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Miss Murdstone's Crooked Path

Jane Murdstone (The Personal History of David Copperfield)

Notes/Summary/Warning: The GIF's not mine, but Jane Murdstone has the beadwork of a woman who's repressing the hell out of some stuff...thought some context might be helpful...it's a villain backstory situation. Homicide, Physical/Verbal Abuse, Period Typical Misogyny

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Little Jane Murdstone was born in the village of Brockley to Emily and Andrew Murdstone. Jane's brother, Edward, was the apple of his father's eye and Jane was a constant source of irritation.

Jane tried as hard as she could. Always completing her numerous assigned chores, always keeping her appearance tidy, and always acting well behaved and quiet as expected.

Her brother, who's only assigned chore was to see to his education so that he might one day become a vicar like his father, was lazy and obstinate. He loafed about observing the women of the house in their work and offering unsolicited advice. He loved to treat Jane as his personal maid.

No matter how hard Jane tried to earn her father's affection she found herself on the receiving end of a hard smack across her face or stern words directing her to go to her room and not come out.

No matter how many times her brother was caught shirking his studies and lying about it, he always found favor with their father. As Edward got older, he realized his position and would use it to torment Jane for his own amusement.

He would go behind her after she'd tidied an area and create a mess for their father to find or he'd break cups and plates and leave them after Jane had finished serving the family.

She was the obvious culprit in her father's eyes, and she knew her protestations would fall on deaf ears. Her father came to regard her as a stupid insolent child. The physical abuse become more frequent, and he started speaking of sending her away.

Once she became aware of her brother's involvement in her misfortunes, Jane started to bargain and plead with her brother. She would complete any task he assigned her, and he enjoyed the feeling of superiority he held over her.

But, sometimes, he would become bored with her pandering, and he would revert to his devious behaviors because he found it amusing to see their father rage at her over an infraction she hadn't even committed.

One evening when she'd been sent to her room without supper, she snuck out and stood at the top of the stairs straining her ears to hear the conversation between her father and brother. Her father had begun to include Edward when he retired to his study post dinner for brandy and a cigar since he was becoming a man.

Jane was anxious to hear whether her father was planning to be rid of her. So, she stood and tried to make out their conversation. "I believe it's time I locate a husband for that troublesome sister of yours Edward."

"Jane?" her brother laughed loudly at the idea. "It isn't amusing Edward. I don't plan to go on supporting her forever, and if she never marries, at some point she'll be your burden." "I'd always just assumed she would be. I mean who would want to marry her?"

"I think I could find a young man who could be persuaded, if he possesses the right disposition." "A feeble-minded young man you mean?" her brother asked jokingly. "Perhaps," her father said seriously.

Jane stood at the top of the stairs with a pit in her stomach. Tending to her father and brother was one thing, but doing the same for a complete stranger for the rest of her life was more than she could fathom. And bearing his children? Absolutely not!

She resolved then and there to behave so abominably, no matter the consequences, that her father would be left with no choice but to banish her. Suddenly all she wanted out of life was to be forced into a convent.

Before she knew it, the potential suitors started to arrive. Most of them gave up easily under her withering stare and her harsh manner. Her efforts didn't go without consequences. Her father was furious with every failed match and Jane suffered more and more as a result.

He father struck her, shouted at her, refused her food, banned her from her usual shopping trips into town, failed to replace her worn dresses and stockings forcing her to patch and darn them herself, and denied her other small freedoms she'd previously enjoyed.

Jane became the obstinate child he'd always accused her of being, and Mr. Murdstone's dislike of her grew greater and greater. Eventually, her bedroom became her prison cell, and she rarely left it without being instructed to return to it as soon as her father spotted her moving about. If she wasn't on display for a would-be husband, she was locked in her room.

One afternoon, he noticed her face in the window as he crossed the back garden, and the next day, her view of the flowers and the birds outside was boarded over and her worldview was reduced to the unadorned walls of her bedroom.

But Jane continued to defy his wishes and to ostracize her potential spouses. Until her father found Jacob Norman, or rather Jacob's mother, Lilian Norman. Jacob was the only son and heir of the widow Norman, a well to do landed woman, who was determined to find a match for her spineless dim-witted lout of an offspring.

Between them, she and Jane's father convinced young Mr. Norman that Jane's seemingly off-putting character was actually just a terrible shyness that prevented her from reaching out to him. So, no matter how vitriolic Jane became with Jacob, he continued to laugh it off good naturedly. It was astonishing to Jane how inattentive he was to her dour mood.

Jacob became a regular additional guest at family meals and despite Jane's best efforts she seemed unable to be rid of him. She was horrified when she overheard her parents discussing a potential wedding date for the pair.

She couldn't shake the sense of dread and panic that stayed with her the following morning. As she did the washing up following breakfast, an idea formed in her mind, one born from panic and fear.

She was desperate for her idea to be successful because if it failed, she'd be ruined and forced to marry. She crept quietly from the kitchen out into the stables hoping to avoid notice.

She made her way to the back of the stable to the storage shed where her father kept the arsenic, he used to kill nuisance animals that raided his garden and devoured his plants.

Later that afternoon, she sat down to tea as usual with her fiancé to be and three days later when she read his obituary in the paper instead of the announcement of their engagement, she was surprised to find that she felt a sense of relief instead of any sense of guilt or remorse.

For more than a year following the untimely demise of Jacob Norman, Jane found her path unmarred by the potential for matrimony. Her father's once mild dislike of her had settled into a hard-boiled active hatred, but Jane did not care.

She continued to comply with the elder Mr. Murdstone's wishes and she continued to pander to the younger's whims. As a result, her brother became more and more reliant upon her.

When enough time had passed to not be construed as improper to the community, Mr. Murdstone surprised Jane by making another attempt to wed her off. This time instead of trying to manipulate a gullible moron, her father found a brash arrogant misogynist not unlike himself.

Much to her surprise, Jane was introduced at dinner one evening to Mr. William Baxter. Her father hadn't tried to convince Mr. Baxter that Jane was just shy, instead he'd been entirely upfront with the man, introducing her as his strong-willed opinionated daughter who needed a man to teach the proper role of a wife.

Mr. Baxter greeted Jane and assured her he was just the right person to help her learn her place. Jane's stomach churned as he held her hand and leered at her.

When Jane responded to his flirtation with her usual venom, Mr. Baxter just laughed, "Let that tongue of yours run rampant while you can Ms. Murdstone, once we're married, I'll either tame it or I'll have it removed."

Jane was once again panicking. She didn't want to use the arsenic again for fear that it would look suspicious, and she didn't know what else to do. But then one day, as she swept in the kitchen, she saw out of the window the reckless way her suitor whipped his one-person chaise into their drive.

He'd cut off a family in a coach and the husband had had their driver follow Mr. Baxter into the drive. He came out of the carriage as William stepped down from his chaise and the middle-aged husband proceeded to harshly reprimand him for his careless behavior. He upbraided him for endangering himself, the man, and his family with his driving.

William was unrepentant and short tempered in return and the husband eventually gave up and returned to his coach in a huff. William came inside to visit as though nothing had happened and Jane was left with a crystal-clear vision of how to be rid of him.

She waited for William and her father to go on their usual pre-dinner stroll, no doubt plotting all the ways in which he might make her miserable following their nuptials, and Jane once again stole out and into the stables.

This time she quietly and gently approached his horse and used her sharpest fillet knife to wear away at the underside of the leather reins. She wore it down until it was thin but not cut through and then she returned inside and sat through yet another dreary dinner with a trio of smug men (and one inattentive mother) who cared not at all for her wishes.

When Jane read the ghastly details of Mr. Baxter's road accident and how severely his skull was crushed by the impact with a tree due to his high rate of speed she once again felt nothing but a flood of relief wash over her.

The elder Mr. Murdstone moved through the house casting a pall everywhere he went, but he appeared to give up entirely on the prospect of finding a husband for his daughter. He began to think of Jane as a curse for some unidentified indiscretion of his youth.

His demeanor toward her remained as harsh as ever, and their usual routine resumed until Mrs. Murdstone suddenly passed away following a brief bout of consumption. After her funeral, Edward began to leave home and stay gone for days at a time, running around with friends and getting into trouble.

Jane's father started to work more and more outside on the grounds of the family property. Jane couldn't tell if he wanted to stay busy so he wouldn't have to think of his dead wife, or if he wanted a distraction from his son who kept returning only long enough to ask for money to cover a gambling debt or pay for lodging and food, or if he stayed out all day to avoid Jane as much as possible.

Whatever the case, Jane wasn't complaining. With her father busy and Edward always gone, she found her situation improved greatly. Of course, there were still episodes, where her father would come in for lunch and find her sitting and reading one of the books from his study and he'd rage at her for being a burdensome unwed daughter pretending to be a woman of leisure while there was plenty of housework that needed doing.

When he was angrier than normal with her, he'd lock her back in her room when he left in the morning and leave her there until he was ready to be fed in the evening. He'd keep the routine going for a few days or a week and then he'd forget to lock her in before going out and Jane would resume her new normal routine in the empty house.

Eventually, her father fell down dead in the garden of a massive heart attack. No doubt, overworking himself played a part in his end, and that left Jane and Edward. They buried him and then Edward left again to meet up with friends in London.

Jane then experienced her first window of true happiness, as Edward was often gone, and she was finally given full unrestricted use of the family home all to herself.

She placed a framed photograph of her father on the mantlepiece in his former study and every day, she'd raise her teacup to him as she sat in his plush wingback and sipped her beverage peacefully while reading from the extensive library that had always been kept from her.

Everything was going so well, until she received word from her brother of his intentions to marry one Mrs. Clara Copperfield. She was exceedingly annoyed when he requested her presence.

#my fic #the personal history of david copperfield #jane murdstone #gwendoline christie

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Request: fluff with Larissa where Rissie is having sad girl minutes and Reader cheers her up, please

🤗 Thank you for the ask! I can certainly try! This was my first attempt at a Reader insert. It was a fun challenge. Hope you like it! 🙃

Another Dismal Dance

Larissa Weems x Reader

Notes/Summary/Warnings: Just fluffy stuff. Larissa has another disappointing Rave'N and reader tries to make it better.

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You were standing with Ms. Ingram, the other rookie teacher, by the punch bowl at the Rave'N chaperoning the students as they arrived. She was busy mindlessly speculating on who might be dating who and whether any of the speculative couples would be making an appearance together as official items, but your attention was elsewhere. You were trying to be subtle about it, but it was difficult because the object of your affection was positively radiant this evening.

From the moment you'd interviewed with her and bonded over your shared interest in Outcast History, her former subject, you'd been enamoured by Principal Weems. This was your first teaching job and she had been an amazing mentor, always ready with words of encouragement or offering an ear for you to vent. And when she'd begun to confide in you during your fireside chats in her office, you couldn't have been happier. She'd been having a tough time this year with the monster attacks and Wednesday's constant need to solve the mystery surrounding them. You'd become increasingly worried about her as you could see from the windows of your rooms how many evenings, she'd been working late into the night doing damage control for Wednesday's latest antics.

But you'd been able to cheer her up anytime she expressed frustration with things just by mentioning the Rave'N. She was so excited about the preparations. She wanted everything just right for her students to have a memorable experience and her enthusiasm was one more thing about her that you found so endearing. You'd been having little cautionary chats with yourself lately just to check in and remind yourself to respect boundaries since this was your boss and making an unwanted advance toward her could be a huge mistake but it was hard to keep your resolve everytime you saw her flitting through the halls. She was so beautiful and so elegantly put together. And her personality matched her appearance, charming and perfect. It was a struggle not to be a complete simp.

Especially right now, she was stunning in her knee length silver dress, and she looked so happy seeing all of her hard work come to fruition. She had done an incredible job on the themed decor. It was nice to see her have this perfect evening after all the stress she'd dealt with recently. Now, if only you could work up the courage to go over and tell her as much. "Right?" Your eyes widened as your realized you'd become so engrossed in Principal Weems that you'd completely checked out of the conversation with Ms. Ingram.

"Sorry?" "Coach Vlad." She was met with a look of confusion. "I said he thinks his track suit is formal wear apparently. Crazy huh? Are you alright, Y/N?" "Huh? Oh yeah, sorry. I was just thinking about Monday's lesson plan and whether to include a pop quiz," you lied trying to cover for the actual reason behind your inattentiveness. Ms. Ingram rolled her eyes dramatically and grabbed you by the arm shaking it, "We're off work. It's a dance. Loosen up and have a little fun, Y/N." "Yeah, I'll try…"

You managed to excuse yourself from Ms. Ingram's gossip train and finally made your way to Larissa. "Ms. L/N! You look lovely this evening darling. That dress is so pretty!" she greeted you happily. You blushed noticeably at her compliment. "This is amazing Principal Weems. You should be so proud. And you are a vision. Perfection." "Really?" her turn to blush noticeably. "I love it. And the gloves, the jewelry, and the hair, they're all absolutely beautiful." She smiled still blushing, "Flatterer." "Just facts." "Ms. L/N?" You heard Ms. Ranier, the other history teacher, call from behind you.

You reluctantly started to turn away from Larissa to acknowledge Ms. Ranier, but she reached out gently and took your hand to draw your attention back to her for a moment. "Ms. L/N?" You turned back with a look of inquiry. "Before you go…" "Yes?" "I just wanted to ask if you'd like to stop by my office later? Maybe for a celebratory drink? I'm so happy with how everything came together." "I would love to. That sounds fun," you said beaming at her. She smiled in return and winked at you, "See you then, Y/N." The wink has caused your stomach to abruptly relocate within your body. You turned and floated away.

Everything was going so well…until it wasn't.

You were standing against the wall with two other teachers deeply engaged in a terrible dance battle with each of you showcasing your cringest of moves when you felt a droplet land on your shoulder.As you looked around trying to find the source of the leak you noticed the droplet was red. "What the hell?" And then there was two, three, four. "What's going…" And then the sprinklers opened fully and rained down red.

People started to scream as their formal attire they'd spent weeks choosing became stained all over. Then they started to try to get away and began slipping in the mess. You immediately started trying to help students up and direct them to the exit, but it was chaos. And then you heard a loud scream and you turned to see Larissa having a full-blown meltdown in the center of the room and your heart broke in two.

She'd wanted this to be perfect so badly and she'd already dealt with so much this year and now she and her beautiful dress were stained from top to bottom. She was breathing deeply and shaking. She seemed to be having a panic attack or hyperventilating. You tried to make your way toward her, but you kept getting caught up in the on rush of the exiting crowd. Over and over again you were thwarted from getting to her. Eventually you were pulled along by your fellow teachers who all just wanted out.

In the aftermath you stood and looked frantically around for Larissa. You just wanted to make sure she was okay. Unable to find her, you hugged and comforted crying students encouraging them gently to return to their rooms and get cleaned up and apologizing for their dance being ruined. Finally you spotted her, but she rushed by on her phone and you heard her addressing Sheriff Galpin. She'd recovered from her earlier panic and now she sounded furious.

Realizing this was not an ideal time to try and speak to her you returned to your own rooms and cleaned yourself up. You paced your room using baby wipes to clean the stains from your face and out of your hair as much as possible before changing out of your ruined dress. You could see Larissa pacing furiously in her office and gesticulating wildly at the other occupants.

You determined when you had a chance you would try to intervene and do what you could to comfort her in some way. You grabbed a large basket and began filling it with items, baby wipes, cloths, a blanket, a candle, a bottle of red wine you'd bought after trying it in Larissa's office one evening, and finally a small bouquet from your pink hellebores. You made your way over to the main building and saw Sheriff Galpin and Mayor Walker leaving as you entered. You made your way upstairs.

As you entered while knocking you saw Larissa hastily try to wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes as she stood from her desk. "Y/N? Are you alright? I'm so sorry for what happened?" You came in and placed the basket on the couch. "Am I alright? I came to check on you. I know how much you were looking forward to this. I'm the one who's sorry for the way it turned out." She'd been making a valiant effort not to cry but she lost the battle and started to weep openly. You rushed over and hugged her tightly. "Oh no sweetheart. Don't cry. I'm so sorry."

She clung tightly to you and sobbed loudly. You held her tightly in return and rubbed soothingly on her back trying to bring her some comfort. As her sobs lessened slightly you placed your arm around her lower back. "Come here, sweetheart," you said gently leading her toward the couch in front of the fire, "let's sit down together for a minute." You brought her around to the couch but she hesitated. "I don't want to stain it," she sniffled still wearing her ruined dress. You moved quickly over to your basket and removed the blanket, unfolding it and holding it open like a towel. She continued to hesitate.

You wiggled it at her invitingly, "Come on. I brought it just for you. Feel free to stain it all you like." Larissa smiled through her next sniffle and moved closer to you. You wrapped her up into a red burrito and hugged her once more before encouraging her to sit. She did and you removed the candle and flowers placing them on the table and lighting the wick. Larissa smiled and wiped a strand of stained loose hair from her eyes. "What are you doing?" she asked curiously.

"Me? I'm currently in the middle of an impromptu and somewhat desperate attempt to provide some small modicum of comfort to you after what was an unmitigated disaster perpetrated on the most undeserving of creatures." Finishing your quick mood setting decor, you reached over producing the bottle of wine and holding it out to her. "May I interest the madam in a glass of the house's finest Beaujolais Nouveau?" you said in your corniest French waitress impression. Mercifully she chuckled as you poured her a glass.

Darling, you didn't have to do any of this." "I wanted to. I felt terrible seeing you crushed like that." You held up a baby wipe. "May I?" "Please." You placed a knee on the couch beside her and bent forward over her wiping the stains from her face gently. She gazed up into your eyes with a look of gratitude that made you weak. "Thank you," she whispered as you continued to wipe away the red. "Of course, sweetheart."

When you finished cleaning as many of the streaks from her face as you could, you sat down next to her on the sofa and poured yourself a glass. She held hers out for a refill and you both sat and stared into the fire for a while. You felt her hand lay over the top of yours and you turned yours over. She entwined your fingers together and you continued to watch the flames. "Are you going to be alright?" you whispered. "Yes, darling, don't worry about me." "But I do," you said after a pause. She caressed your hand gently and smiled.

#my fic #fluff #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #principal weems #larissa weems x reader

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Abject Devotion

Part 4

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: Happy Spooky Season. Homicidal loony gets bred by her dragon. Dismemberment as foreplay? Tentacle kink? True Form Sex? Weird shit? 18+ Only Smut

Hetaera spent the next few days in the library reading, painting, and learning piano from Aria while Alcina traveled back and forth mired in meetings. In the evenings, Alcina doted on her. Aside from the occasional excursion to the village for a midnight hunt as Hetaera slept, every moment of Alcina's time in the evenings was devoted to Hetaera.

Hetaera couldn't believe how lucky she was or how happy she felt. She'd found Alcina fascinating from the start but now she was deeply in love with the sexy, intelligent, dominant woman of the castle.

She was grateful for each day with her and for the leisure of sitting and reading or devoting hours to learning a task without the need to work the land, or water the animals, or tend the children. She did miss her younger siblings but not the daily struggle of barely surviving.

One evening Alcina ran late returning from a meeting and Hetaera sat all alone at the massive dining table in the main hall. She stared worriedly at her lover's empty plate opposite her. She tried to eat the food the staff had prepared for her, but she was distressed by Alcina's absence and couldn't focus.

Eventually she'd given up entirely and pushed the plate away. She had Katya guide her downstairs to the foyer where she pulled up a wingback next to the fire with a view out the window of the castle's entry gate and drive.

She waited quietly for Alcina's return. She declined Katya's offer of coffee or brandy. Finally, just before darkness began to fall, she spotted her mistress' carriage. "Oh," she stood excitedly, "there she is Katya!" "Good, my lady. I knew she'd come." "Can you unlock the door?" Katya hesitated.

"I'm not sure I should my lady." "Please, Katya, I just want to greet her as she comes in." "I will unlock it if you promise not to leave the threshold my lady," Katya said reluctantly relenting, "The mistress wouldn't want you to leave the house, I'm sure." "I'll wait in the door. I promise. I'm just so anxious to see her."

"Very well my lady," Katya unlocked the door, "We'll open it when she's through the gate so you can greet her when she arrives." The gate swung open as the carriage approached. Hetaera continued to watch through the window as Katya stood next to the door.

Just as the carriage started through the gate there was an explosion beneath the car and the wheels fell into holes formed by the blast. The horses began to buck excitedly trying to flee. Finally, the reins failed, and they escaped.

Hetaera screamed in terror as she saw a crowd of villagers appear from either side of the disabled carriage. They were holding all manner of weapons shotguns, pikes, pitchforks, clubs, and bow and arrows. The driver fell dead as the first attacker shot him through the eye with an arrow. He immediately reloaded, sitting the next arrow ablaze, and launching it into the side of the abandoned car.

"No!" Hetaera screamed as she saw the car catch fire. Katya heard the explosion and saw her lady becoming frantic. "What's happening?" She rushed toward the window as Hetaera rushed to the door. "No, my lady! It isn't safe!" "I have to go to her!" Hetaera shouted as she threw the door open and ran out. "Please! My lady!" Katya pleaded.

Katya was too late to stop her as Hetaera was out the door and rushing down the drive toward the crowd of angry armed villagers who were threatening her lover. Hetaera saw Alcina step from the burning carriage car only to be immediately attacked by a villager holding a pike. He viciously rammed it into her side, and she bent double roaring in pain.

She quickly turned extending her claws and ripping through his guts. He dropped the pike and fell to her feet, but she didn't have a chance to recover before a second villager shot her in the chest with a blast from his shotgun.

She swiped at him, snarling in anger, and caught the end of the weapon sending it skittering across the ground. Undeterred, he bent down and began picking up rocks and hurling them at her while another villager stabbed her repeatedly from behind with a pitchfork. Her angry screams drowned out the ones coming from Hetaera who continued running toward her.

She had been frightened for her lover at first, but as she came close, she was enraged at the number of people attacking Alcina. Alcina turned, busy trying to disarm the villager attacking her with a pitchfork, causing her to not notice Hetaera's arrival. The man throwing stones saw Alcina's distraction as an opportunity to try and retrieve his shotgun. He too was oblivious to Hetaera approaching behind him.

Hetaera gritted her teeth in rage as she watched him stoop, retrieve the weapon, and point it at her lover. Alcina turned as he screamed, "Die! Demon!" She extended her claws to attack but the man's face exploded as a pike rammed out from the front of it. He'd been impaled from the back of his head. Her mouth dropped in confusion as he fell to the ground twitching and revealing an angry Hetaera standing behind him.

"Draga?" Alcina exclaimed in shock. She started to speak again but Hetaera ran forward retrieving the shotgun and rummaging through the dead man's pockets for shells. She reloaded and ran forward and around her speechless lover making for the three additional villagers coming around the side of the carriage to continue their onslaught.

Alcina reached out finally making contact with the irritating man with the pitchfork. As she slashed his throat open, she regained her faculties of speech. "Draga! No! It isn't safe for you here!" she shouted as she saw the stomach of a man holding a torch burst open from Hetaera's first shot.

Out of fear for the maiden's safety, Alcina shifted into her true form. The second of the three remaining attackers recognized Hetaera, stopping his charge, "Hetaera? What are you doing? We thought you'd died with Baciu?" Hetaera let out an inarticulate scream of fury and shot him in the face with her second shell.

The remaining villager shouted at her, "Are you helping the fiend? What the hell is wrong with you?" He rushed toward her wielding a spiked club but stopped abruptly staring upward with a look of horror on his face. Hetaera was momentarily confused but then she smirked and said, "Wait. Don't tell me. There's a dragon behind my back isn't there?" An unholy screech emanated from Alcina, and the man fell to the ground in fear before frantically scrambling to escape. A large, clawed foot came down from behind Hetaera crushing the man's legs beneath it. He screamed in pain and fear, trapped and writhing beneath the creature.

Hetaera turned slowly around staring up at her lover's true form in awe. The creature grabbed Hetaera gently and lifted her up, reaching out with its tentacles it wrapped her up securely before shifting its focus back to the remaining villager.

The dragon lifted the man into the air with its foot, dangling him from his mangled legs as he pleaded for mercy. She reached out with her arm and tore the man in half. She was so intent on enjoying the slaughter that she failed to notice the way Hetaera regarded her.

She ripped an arm from her prey and tossed it into her enormous maw crunching down happily on it. She was fully engrossed until she was caught off guard by a different sort of pleasurable tingle running down the length of her spine. She was confused until she noticed the girl in the grasp. She was watching her with adoration and open lust and Alcina noticed she'd pressed her core down on one of her tentacles and was busy rolling her hips along its length.

Curious to repeat the pleasurable sensation, Alcina experimentally pressed up helping the girl make better contact. She was rewarded with another wave of pleasure causing her to groan loudly. The girl who was held firmly by half a dozen tentacles wrapping beneath her arms, around her thighs, and belly, arched her back and moaned along with her. Alcina saw her hardened nipples through her thin gown.

The girl made eye contact with her again breathing heavily with lust. "Finish your food my beautiful lady," she whispered. Alcina growled at her and threw the rest of the man into her jaws crunching down on him as she snaked a free tentacle up to Hetaera's panty line. The girl bucked her hips forward encouragingly and Alcina dipped the tentacle inside running it into her folds.

"Of fuck," she mewled dropping her head back again. Alcina found her opening and tentatively pressed the tip inside her. "Oh...yes! more please!" Alcina delved deeper into the girl curious at how her own body was responding.

She felt a slick viscous essence begin to drip from the end of her tentacles. She'd inhabited this form many times since the Cadou, but she'd only ever used it to hunt or to defend herself. She'd never done anything like this before and she was now regretting that oversight. She could feel the girl struggling in her grasp trying to press herself further down onto the tentacle and she happily helped her along pressing further inside her.

"Oh...fuck. So good my lady," the girl whimpered as she writhed and explored within her. She could feel the girl begin to clench down on her and it was an incredible sensation. She'd never realized how sensitive this form could feel. As the girl clenched down tighter and gave way to her climax Alcina felt an orgasm of her own tear through her. The viscous slick from the end of her tentacles increased and she could feel it oozing out inside the girl.

Alcina in her dragon form felt suddenly very possessive. She had an instinctual urge to hide the girl away from everyone else. As she withdrew the tentacle from inside her, she clutched her close to her chest and roared loudly before taking flight. Instead of returning to the castle she flew away into the mountains. She wasn't sure where she was going, she just felt an animalistic need to isolate herself and her lover for protection. Eventually she landed in an open meadow surrounded by enormous mountain peaks on all sides.

She lay her smaller upper body across her much larger lower trunk, keeping the girl wrapped securely within her tentacles. She brought her large leathery wings down and formed a warm cocoon around them as she nuzzled against her lover's neck. "Mmm," the girl hummed happily at her. She turned and kissed Alcina before whispering, "I love you." Alcina produced a purring sound from deep within her chest. It vibrated through Hetaera in a pleasant way. She tucked herself in closely and drifted to sleep in her lover's embrace. Alcina followed soon after.

#my fic #original female character #re8 lady dimitrescu #re8 fic #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #what is this #i wasn't even drunk this time

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Abject Devotion

Part 3

Lady Dimitrescu (RE8)/Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Warnings/Notes/Summary: Smut, NSFW 18+ Only Don't let the ridiculous amount of fluff in this installment mislead you, Hetaera is just as deranged as the Lady of the castle. I'm trying to get there. I'm just a wordy ass bitch. What is a one shot?

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Alcina carried Hetaera through the halls of her castle turning at the end of a long corridor. She unlocked and opened a door carved with a family crest inlaid with gold leaf. She bent down and carried her inside.

The sight that met her was breathtaking. They entered a large rotunda with a domed glass ceiling in the center. The room's walls stood twenty feet in height and were lined with books from top to bottom. Wheeled ladders were dotted about the shelves allowing access to out of reach volumes. Glass topped displays featuring rare first editions were located between each of the six pillars surrounding the domed center.

Several overstuffed loveseats and sofas littered the room with most gathered around the two fireplaces anchoring opposite sides. An adjoining sitting room contained a daybed and more plush seating with views of the castle grounds. Each new area of House Dimitrescu was more enthralling than the last.

Alcina placed her on one of the sofas in front of the fire and knelt before her bending forward and gently caressing her face. As she pulled away the girl grabbed her wrist holding her hand in place and maintaining the contact. Alcina smiled at her, "Sweetling, I must apologize to you."

"I have an urgent prior obligation to attend. I'm in the process of reestablishing my winery and have a meeting with an important merchant. I'm afraid I will have to leave you for a while."

"If you need anything, food, water, or anything else, just ring this bell and Katya will tend to you while I'm away. I will have Aria stop by later. She's something of a prodigy in the arts. Perhaps you would enjoy a watercolor or a piano lesson from her to help pass the time."

She stopped and smiled at the girl again before continuing, "I am sorry, draga. I will make every effort to join you for dinner this evening." She leaned in intending to place a chaste kiss on the girl's cheek, but Hetaera placed her fingers gently on her jaw and turned capturing her lips in a brief but passionate kiss.

When they parted the girl was staring at her with wide eyes as though surprised by her own actions. "I'm so sorry, Alcina, I don't know..." Alcina kissed her a second time.

Breaking the kiss she said, "I'm not sorry, my pet." The girl blushed and smiled at her. "Will you be alright here, little mouse?" She nodded suddenly bashful. Alcina moved to stand but the girl stopped her cupping either side of her face and pulling her back in for a third kiss.

When they parted there was a softness in her gaze that made Alcina wish to cancel her plans and forget her business dealings. "Daca continui sa fii dulce, nu voi putea pleca niciodata?" The girl smiled at her and traced her fingertips along her lips.

"Sorry," she whispered. Alcina captured her small hand in her own and placed a kiss to her fingertips. "I will see you soon sweetling." She stood and reluctantly left. Hetaera settled into the sofa cushions and stared at the fire considering the frisson of electricity she'd felt in her veins when they kissed. She became happily lost in thought.

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When she roused herself from her thoughts of the lady, she found a volume of Millay open on the side table and nestled herself beneath blankets enjoying the verses. "I think our heart-strings were like warp and woof, in some firm fabric, woven in and out." Eventually, she nodded off to sleep and was awakened by Katya arriving with a lunch tray.

She ate and continued reading.

Katya returned to remove the tray and brought along a second maid. This one was much younger, maybe fourteen or fifteen. She reminded Hetaera of her younger sisters. "This is Aria, mistress." "Good afternoon, mistress," the girl said. "Hello." "I came to see if you'd like to paint or have a piano or a violin lesson with me? Lady Dimitrescu said you might enjoy a diversion."

Aria held watercolor paints and sheet music in her hands. "Painting sounds fun." They sat up their easels in the sitting room in front of the windows with a view of the vineyards. Alcina was correct, she enjoyed the process very much, and the young girl was an excellent teacher. Afterward, Aria played the violin for her.

She departed promising to give Hetaera a music lesson next time, and Katya returned soon after to lead her back to her rooms to prepare for dinner and Alcina's return.

She arrived at the dining hall to find Alcina returned from her journey. She smiled gesturing for Hetaera to join her. "How was your day my pet?" She related her watercolor lesson and the rest of her afternoon.

"I imagine it's lovely. You must show me, draga." "Well, it was a first attempt, but I enjoyed the process, and Aria was an enjoyable companion. How was your meeting?" "Productive, I hope. Tiring."

Hetaera reached out and placed her hand on the back of Alcina's giving it a comforting squeeze. She smiled at the girl's concern before the moment was cut short by the arrival of the first course.

After dinner she swept Hetaera up into her arms, placing a kiss to her cheek and nuzzling her affectionately. "I've looked forward to returning to you all day little mouse." Hetaera wrapped her arms around her neck and placed a kiss to her lips.

When they arrived back to their quarters, Alcina let her down and rang the bell for Katya. "Dear, can you show my little pet to her dressing area and her bath?" "Of course, my lady." She led her down a small corridor to a plush walk in with a seating area in the center.

Katya opened the doors to the first set of wardrobes to reveal dozens of day dresses. The next set of doors revealed evening gowns. Then robes and sleep wear. "Your new dressing area my lady." "Is all of this mine?" she asked astonished.

She cupped her mouth and nose and sat down as her eyes filled with tears. She struggled to comprehend that she now owned a full wardrobe of new clothes which she hadn't needed to sew for herself. "Everything is yours my lady," Katya said taking down a robe and a silk nightgown. "Follow me, and I'll lead you to your bath." She followed behind speechless.

She returned from her bath to find the lady of the castle sitting at her vanity brushing out her hair. "May I?" she asked approaching. Alcina smiled, handing her the brush. She closed her eyes as Hetaera enjoyed brushing out the silky raven tresses. Hetaera stopped several times to massage her scalp gently with her fingertips. Alcina hummed appreciatively.

When she finished Alcina turned to the side and scooped her up into her lap, cradling her. She kissed her on the top of her head and the girl laid her head on her bosom. The lady picked up a volume of Dorothy Parker and began reading aloud as though it were a bedtime story.

They chuckled together at the sharpness of Parker's wit before Hetaera slowly drifted off to sleep. Alcina took a while to enjoy holding the maiden and watching her sleep before she stood, blew out the candles around her vanity, and carried the girl to bed. She tucked her in before joining her there.

Hetaera woke to a loud clap of thunder and the bright dance of lightening across the walls of the room. The wind howled outside their windows and the rain pelted the glass and the balcony beyond. She sat up and peered over Alcina's sleeping form at the raging storm outside.

Another clap of thunder caused her to cringe. Alcina opened her eyes to find the girl staring out over her. "Are you frightened of the storm my little mouse?" "It's louder than any I've ever heard before." Alcina smiled and reached out to her. The girl happily moved over to her and laid her head down on her shoulder.

Alcina wrapped her up in her arms holding her tightly as Hetaera snuggled into her neck. She felt the girl relax into her and thought she would drift back to sleep but instead the girl pressed her nose and mouth to the skin of Alcina's neck and stopped there. Alcina waited to see what would happen next.

She felt the girl breathe in deeply against her skin and then she began moving along her neck to her pulse point. She stopped there with her warm lips hovering over the sensitive spot.

Alcina held her breath until she felt the pair of warm soft lips move against the sensitive skin of her neck placing a gentle kiss. Alcina's eyes glowed gold in the dark. She felt the girl continue to kiss at her pulse point. She cupped the back of the girl's head gently in her palm, "Be careful little one."

"Of what my lady?" she asked innocently and to her surprise she sucked a love mark onto her neck. In the next instant, she found herself rolled over onto her back with a hungry looking Lady Dimitrescu hovering over her.

Her eyes glowed beautifully in the dark and Hetaera was mesmerized by them. She ran her finger along her lower lip before moving forward to kiss her. Alcina ran her hand back behind the girl's head cradling it again and the girl turned in her hand exposing the length of her neck to her.

Alcina pressed her face down against her and inhaled deeply. Once again, the innocence and lack of fear created a beautiful scent that deeply affected her. The addition of the sweet smell of desire blooming within her veins had an even stronger intoxicating effect on her. "My God, draga." She felt her head spin and her eyes begin to glaze over as she started to nibble at her neck. "The hold you have on me."

Hetaera could feel Alcina's attentions becoming more and more needy, almost frantic, as she continued to breathe in her scent and kiss and nibble along her neck. Realizing the way, the lady was affected caused warmth to spread through her core. She wiggled beneath Alcina pressing her hips up.

Alcina raised her head and Hetaera saw that her eyes were completely glazed over in a red haze and her mouth hung open. She looked like an animal scenting the air. The primal way she responded to her made Hetaera even wetter. She placed a hand to the back of her head and gently pulled her back down to her exposed neck.

"Feed from me my lady if you please. I am wholly yours." Alcina gripped the headboard hard, and Hetaera heard it crack beneath her strength. She pressed her face down into the sheets beside the girl's head and groaned loudly into the bed. The girl's submissive behavior was making her ravenous.

She turned back into her neck, kissing greedily along it, before reaching out with the tip of her finger and using her slightly extended claw to nick the skin there. She licked and sucked hungrily at the red nectar that spilled from the wound.

The girl whimpered softly beneath her placing her hands on the muscles of Alcina's arms and holding on as she adjusted to the pain of the wound and the pressure she was placing on it. She could feel a damp spot forming in the front of her panties.

"Please my lady." Alcina could taste her need and she ran her free hand down between them cupping her mound. They moaned together as she felt how wet the girl was beneath her. She extended a claw slightly and sliced the panties open in one quick motion.

The girl rolled her hips up pressing herself into Alcina's palm while wrapping her arms tightly around her neck and pressing her lips to her ear, "Please claim me as your own my lady."

Alcina ran a finger into the girl's slit and gently began to press into her. She moved slowly giving her time to adjust. The girl whimpered softly in her ear as she brushed against her hymen. Alcina stopped and waited. She tasted the pain that bloomed briefly cutting through the current of desire that laced her blood.

The girl began to press down on her finger. She kissed the shell of her ear and whispered, "More. Please, my lady." Alcina happily complied pressing fully into her. She tasted the second wave of pain that washed over before it was subsumed by the girl's pleasure.

Alcina was suddenly excited to taste the girl's essence as she reached her climax. She began to thrust inside her. When it felt as though the girl had fully adjusted, Alcina pressed a second finger inside her stretching her further and continuing to fuck her.

The girl gripped her shoulders as Alcina felt her begin to contract around her. "Yes, more. I'm so close my lady." Alcina felt her fall over the edge and the taste of her pleasure as it exploded in her veins and poured onto Alcina's tongue caused her to follow after her into the abyss. They shook together until Alcina managed to pull away.

She realized she'd taken far more from the girl than she'd first intended but she had become so engrossed in the different flavors that blossomed on her tongue as the girl experienced desire, pain, and pleasure beneath her. The concern that the girl may be harmed brought Alcina out of the drunken like stupor she'd experienced.

She withdrew her hand gently from behind the girl's head and grabbed a silk handkerchief from the nightstand to press to her wound staunching the flow of the blood. She pulled back to examine the girl and found her looking sleepy and sated beneath her. The girl placed her fingers weakly to her lips and Alcina pressed a gentle kiss to her. "Are you alright little mouse?" "Mmm."

She slowly removed her fingers from inside the girl and sat up pulling her up into her lap and cradling her close as she continued to apply pressure to her wound. She placed kisses to her hair, neck, cheeks, and nose. "Rest sweetling. I may have gotten a little carried away. I'm sorry draga." "Mmmno my lady was perfect," she mumbled sleepily.

Alcina continued to cradle her and slowly rocked her to sleep. She sat for a long while regarding the beautiful little creature that was so oddly devoted to her. She could feel the girl wrapping warm little tendrils around her heart.

#my fic #original female character #fluff #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu #I’m drunk enough right now I can’t tell if this has merit or is only #fit to be toilet paper #drunk writing

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hi the fandom is a scary place rn so imma stay anon but I rlly fw Arte's Intruder n am so down for part 3 if you were planning to do one

Yeah the fandom has been weird lately…but I’m glad you read it and liked it. 👍 Part 3 is a maybe but right now my drafts need a lot of attention. It’s a mess in there. I’m trying to make some progress on my RE8 fic Abject Devotion.

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Arte’s Intruder

Part 2

Summary/Warnings/Notes: 😮‍💨 I don’t know; Tried to make a cottagecore moment for a walking red flag because said flag is Gwen shaped; lost the plot somewhere in the thicket; brain rotting fluff; mention of hunting for food; content still not designed for minors 18+ only; I was struggling with the thought of Jane wandering the wilderness forever; fixed it??? Do I hate it? Maybe I hate it.

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Jane was lifted gently from her slumber by the patter of rain on the tin roof of the cabin and the melodic humming and singing of the cabin's only other occupant. She stood in the adjoining kitchen at the sink doing the washing up. The softness of her voice was giving Jane a tingly sensation at the base of her skull and down the back of her neck.

She smelled the stew simmering on the stove and her stomach growled but she was too comfortable to care. She lay in a hand-hewn bed beneath handmade quilts and enjoyed the warm dance of the firelight on the pine board walls.

Turning her head, she took in the coziness of the cabin more fully. Flowers, herbs, and other potted plants dotted every shelf, every windowsill, and hung from the ceiling in pots. A profusion of geodes and crystals, some polished and some natural, complimented the lush greenery. Dozens of half melted candles adorned every surface and Jane wondered if they were homemade.

She noticed a few of the windowpanes had been replaced with stained glass featuring floral designs. The girl's daypack was sitting on the floor nearby in front of one of the dining chairs. Her sketchbook lay open on the seat of the chair with beautifully detailed pencil drawings of flowers, birds, and other wildlife she'd encountered in the forest.

Jane was amazed by the Waldenesque tranquility the girl had created around herself while she and the rest of the world had been busy engaging in a guerilla style warfare for the past several years. She'd been so hell bent on clawing out an existence for herself within the confines of the new order of things she'd never actually stopped to consider if any alternatives may exist.

Now she was laying here wrapped in warmth and comfort without any immediate need to fight tooth and nail to maintain her position and she felt content. She sighed apparently a little too loudly. The girl's singing stopped, and she turned throwing the dish towel over her shoulder and walking over to the bed.

"You're awake?" Jane blinked sleepily up at her. "I was enjoying your singing." The girl smiled down at her. "Well, that's probably for the best. I've developed a habit of doing it a lot when I'm at home." "You'll hear no complaints from me." "Are you in pain?" Jane remembered her injured knee and realized the girl had propped it up on a stack of pillows beneath the quilts.

She made an attempt to wiggle it slightly and a sharp pain shot up into her hip. She winced. "Not as long as I don't move it." "You need more pain medicine, but you should eat first. Let me help you."

She climbed onto the bed on her knees and the top of her dress draped down revealing her cleavage. Jane looked away quickly as the girl helped her sit up and placed pillows behind her back. "So, you're not under eighteen anymore, are you?" she asked while studiously observing an Amythest geode on the dresser at the foot of the bed.

The girl stopped and looked at her. "I mean you have orange abilities buy you don't look like a child, and it was just children." "It was when this started. Children don't stay children forever though." Jane nodded. "Not under eighteen then." "Definitely not." "Definitely not?" "I was seventeen when it began." "Definitely not then." "And you?" "Also, not a child." The girl laughed. "Yeah, no shit." "Hey!"

"Well how old are you?" "How old do you think I am?" "I don't know like forty?" Jane made a false noise of outrage. "That's rude. Close to accurate, but still rude." She laughed again, "All I mean is, I wasn't going to confuse you for being a child...not by a long shot." Jane glared at her. "The last part wasn't fully necessary...is it just you?"

The girl gave her a suspicious look. "I'm not gathering intel, I promise. I'm just making conversation," she reached out and placed her hand over hers. The girl blushed and pulled her hand away. "It's just me now," she said standing.

With Jane propped up in the bed, she returned to the kitchen and dished a bowl of stew bringing it back to her on a tray. When she smelled it sitting in front of her she realized how hungry she actually was and started to devour it. "Mm, it's really good," she said with a mouthful.

The girl stood watching her with a slight smile on her face. "Thank you." "What kind?" "It's rabbit. I snared it." "Really good." The girl brought her a glass of water and two pain pills. "Thank you."

She dished herself a bowl and returned sitting on the edge of the bed next to her instead of at the table. "My name's Jane by the way." "Artemis. Or just Arte." "Are cotton dresses the best attire for rustic homesteading alone in a forest?" "I have bolts of fabric and patterns for my dresses. It reduces the number of high-risk trips I need to take into shopping malls or city centers for resources. With my muck boots, they serve my purposes fine. In the cold months, I add leggings and a coat."

"I suppose you have a point. It does seem to be working fine for you." "Do you want me to make you one?" "Uh, no. Thank you." Arte laughed. "I still have my dad's old things. I may be able to find you a pair of jeans. They might be a little baggy." "Baggy I can deal with. Jeans sound nice."

"So." "Hm?" "Why were you skip tracing? I can't ever imagine doing that." Jane sighed, "Well, everything went to shit, and the military took over. Suddenly all of the manufacturing and truck driving jobs I'd worked in the past were taken over too. I could sign up with the military and maybe luck out with a transport job but more than likely I'd end up on guard duty in a compound. So, I opted for...independent contracting. It let me work on my own without a military man breathing down my neck all the time. And it paid well."

"It seemed like the best option at the time." "Do you ever regret it?" "What do you mean?" "All the kids you captured. Do you not ever feel any...empathy or remorse?" "I hate to break this to you but outside of your little forest retreat there's not a lot of empathy to be found in the post apocalypse." "That's sad." "It's reality."

They finished their meal in silence. Arte gathered their dishes and washed them in the sink. She returned and sat back down on the bed. "The rain has stopped. Do you want me to draw you a bath outside? I have a wood heated tub." "That sounds nice. Yeah."

Arte took Jane by the waist, wrapping her arm around her shoulder and helping her hobble outside onto the back deck of the cabin. There was a corrugated metal livestock tub filled with steaming water behind wood and metal privacy panels.

She averted her gaze as Jane lifted her shirt up and off. As she unclasped and removed her bra, she realized how exhausted she was. Her whole body ached, and she couldn't remember feeling this tired before. She stood with all her weight on her good leg, but her bad knee was still sending shooting pain up and down her other leg. She was moving slowly and becoming frustrated. She sat on the edge of the tub unable to continue.

Arte noticed her running out of steam mid-way through undressing. "Do you need help?" she asked hesitantly. "Please? I'm so tired." Arte walked over to her, coaxing her to stand and put her hands on her shoulders for support.

Arte was trying not to stare at her milky white breasts or the soft pink nipples adorning them. She was definitely not feeling a warmth in her belly from the proximity to them and she certainly wasn't admiring the curve of her hips and she moved to try and help the woman finish undressing. That would be inappropriate.

She undid the button and the zipper of Jane's jeans and pulled them down a little off of her hips. She tried very very hard not to study the expanse of her ass or the lace panties she revealed. She urged her to sit back down on the tub and she knelt working the jeans down and off of her legs while trying not to hurt her injured knee.

She stood and helped Jane back up. Jane wrapped her arms around her neck, and they stood close to one another. It felt incredibly intimate, and Arte felt the moment lengthening before she remembered she'd meant to remove her panties. She reached out placing her palms gently on either hip.

She noticed Jane's lips part at the contact as she slowly moved her hands down rolling the lace panties down until they fell loose to the ground. Jane was now fully nude as they stood inches apart from one another.

Arte had never experienced this level of contact with a person, and she realized she found the woman attractive, very attractive. After a long moment of regarding one another, Arte seemed to snap out of the haze she was in, and she wrapped an arm around Jane's back moving her back and into the tub. She held onto her as she lowered herself into the water.

She left her to soak and to bath. When she returned, she found the woman applying shampoo to her hair. "Do you want help?" Jane turned to look at her. "That would be nice. Thanks." Arte knelt behind her and massaged the shampoo into her hair. She kneaded her scalp gently and Jane leaned into the contact with her eyes closed.

Arte used the cup she kept nearby to pour water over her hair washing it out. She ran her hands through it as she continued to rinse it to make sure she removed all of the soap. When she finished, she asked, "Do you want me to do your back?" She squeezed the sponge.

"Mm, please." Art wetted her hands and applied soap before rubbing it along Jane's back. Jane leaned forward and rested her cheek on her uninjured knee as Arte used the sponge to gently exfoliate her skin. Eventually she used the cup again to rinse the soap from her body.

"Finished?" Arte noticed the water had begun to cool. "Mmhmm." She stood to the side of the tub and held open a towel as she helped Jane up and out of the tub into it. She wrapped her up and used a second towel to pat her dry before wrapping it around her hair. She led her inside where she exchanged the towel for a robe and helped Jane back into bed.

"Feeling better?" she asked as she laid down next to her on the bed. "Much better. Thank you for helping me." The girl turned and smiled at her. Jane reached out and ran her thumb along her lower lip. "I would have died without you," she whispered. They stared at one another for a long time before Jane moved closer and kissed her gently.

Arte returned the kiss and when they parted Jane asked, "Was that okay?" Arte nodded before turning and moving in close to her. Jane rolled over on her back and Arte moved up and over her, dipping down to kiss her a second time.

Jane wrapped her up in her arms and they lay together making out in the candlelight.

#the darkest minds #lady jane #my fic #gwendoline christie #original female character #fluff #drunk writing #my drafts are a mess #pretend i didn't leave #okay?

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Abject Devotion

Part 2

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: The lady gets to know the maiden. Mention of suicidal ideation and canon typical violence.

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Alcina moved slowly within the confined space stepping to the side of the maiden. She reached into the bedroom nearby and pulled the quilt from the bed. Moving back, she scooped the girl in wrapping her arm beneath her ass.

She backed out of the small farmhouse and stood to her full height. The girl wrapped her arms around her neck to keep from falling. Alcina wrapped her in the quilt and with a shift of form her large black leathery wings returned. She took flight. Now she smelled the fear spike in the maiden's blood.

"So, she can feel fear, she just didn't have any when I attacked the man earlier," she thought to herself, "curiouser and curiouser." She cupped the back of her head and urged her to bury her face in her neck. The girl complied and nestled close. "I won't drop you little one," she whispered in her ear. She smelled the fear begin to subside.

Alcina alighted on her balcony shifting her wings away and resuming her fully human form. She opened the door and bent down depositing the maiden just outside the threshold.

The girl stepped inside Alcina's quarters allowing the quilt to fall unnoticed as she wandered slowly gazing at the sumptuous surroundings in awe. Her fingertips lightly traced along the back of the overstuffed vanity chair, the gilt vanity, the ornately carved wooden bed frame, and the silk and damask bedding.

Alcina allowed herself a moment to enjoy the sight of a beautiful nude young maiden exploring her quarters with a look of unconcealed wonder on her face before her conscious pricked at the impropriety of her here in this state when she didn't even know her name yet.

She washed her hands in a nearby basin and stepped to her wardrobe. Opening it, she removed a silk dressing gown she'd bought for Bela years ago. "Here my pet," she held the robe open for her. When she stepped inside Alcina turned her and tied the belt loosely around her waist.

Remembering her own state as she noticed the girl regarding her closely, she said, "I'm going to finish washing up. Feel free to further explore my quarters, here and in the adjoining sitting room, but don't venture beyond just yet. Understand my pet?" The girl nodded and Alcina left to bath and wash the dried blood from her face.

When she returned, she found the girl asleep on the couch in the sitting room in front of the fire with an open book on her lap. Alcina picked her up and brought her to bed tucking her in before joining her there.

Hetaera woke the next morning enveloped in warmth and comfort she'd never known before. She stared at the gathered damask fabric of the large bed's canopy above her. She wondered how long this comfort would last before the tall vampire like lady killed her. She'd expected torture and death not bliss.

She turned her head to find the strikingly beautiful woman sitting in a wingback chair nearby reading the newspaper. "Good morning sweetling," she said pulling the paper down from her face. She rang a small bell, and, in a moment, there was a light knock at the bedroom door.

"Come in." A woman in a maid uniform entered. "Good morning my lady." "Good morning, Katya." The girl greeted Hetaera as well. "Good morning." She approached her with a breakfast tray in her hands. "Would you like assistance with your pillows mistress?" "Oh, no. No, I can manage. Thank you."

Hetaera pulled herself up and adjusted the pillows behind her back. The woman placed the tray over her lap. She exited. "Did you sleep well my pet?" "Better than I ever have before. Thank you." Alcina smiled at her, "Enjoy your food, sweetling, and then I'd like to talk."

"Yes miss." "Lady Alcina Dimitrescu. You may call me Alcina, sweetling. And you?" "Hetaera Hofer...no Baciu. Sorry." Alcina quirked her brow at the girl's confusion. "Well, a pleasure to meet you Ms. Baciu." "Oh no, Hetaera please. Or Taera if you like."

Alcina smiled, "Well, Taera, please enjoy." She ate like she was starving. She'd never had such a large plate all to herself before. It was odd not having any younger siblings around to guilt her into giving them the best bits.

Alcina continued reading. "Would you like something?" Hetaera asked, pointing to her tray. "No, thank you, draga. It's all yours. Enjoy." When she noticed the plate was empty, she rang the bell again and the maid reappeared to take it away.

"Katya, can you find something else Taera may be able to wear?" "Of course, my lady." The maid returned with three dresses. "I thought one of these might work, my lady." "Thank you, dear." The maid hung them in the bathroom. "You may change if you like sweetling and help yourself to the amenities."

Hetaera stepped into the room refreshed and wearing a sun dress of the softest fabric she'd ever worn. Alcina was sitting on the balcony smoking when she noticed the maiden return. She stood coming back inside. "Feeling better my pet?" "Yes, miss." "Alcina draga." "Alcina."

She sat down in a large wing back and gestured for the girl to approach. She walked over and stood awkwardly next to her. Alcina had not invited her to sit in the chair opposite. She hesitated and just as she decided to sit, Alcina scooped her up and into her lap. "Is this alright my pet?" "Oh, um, yes, mi...Alcina."

She hummed at the girl. "Can you explain something for me sweetling?" "Yes, of course." "When I arrived in your home, who was the man thing I attacked?" "...He was my husband." Alcina's eyes widened in surprise.

"But we hadn't even...we were just married that morning and then he'd left to work the farm after that and..." She trailed off uncertainly. "That makes your response all the more confusing. Why didn't you scream and run away and why were you not frightened?" "Why did you offer yourself to me?" she asked more quietly.

The girl didn't answer. She stared down at her feet as they dangled from the side of Alcina's lap. She placed her finger beneath the maiden's chin and lifted it making eye contact. "Sweetling? Can you talk to me?" The girl's bottom lip wobbled, and she began to sob.

"I wanted you to kill me. I wanted to die." Alcina was once again shocked. She gathered her into her arms, cupping the back of her head, and pressing her face to her breast. "Hush, sweetling. Don't cry."

She rocked her and caressed her back soothingly. "Did he hurt you?" "No, I just didn't want to be his wife. I didn't want to have nine children so he could use them as labor on a farm too small for us. I didn't want to struggle to feed them for the rest of our lives. I'd rather die!" "Shush now my pet." She continued to rock her.

Eventually the girl's sobbing stopped but she continued to hug tightly to Alcina's sides and remained buried in her chest. She decided that if the girl wanted to be cradled, she'd indulge her. Alcina had been alone since losing her girls two years ago. She missed close physical contact of this kind.

"Now that he's gone and you're released from you obligation to him, do you think your outlook may improve?" "No, I have nothing without him. But I still didn't want to be with him." "Do you not have family remaining? Do you wish to be returned to them?" "No," the girl sobbed once more, "They'd only sell me off again." "Alright, little mouse. It's alright."

Her sobs continued. "None of that sweetling," she whispered to her. "So, you weren't afraid of me because you longed for death?" Alcina was oddly hurt to discover the reason for her peculiar response to her. "No!" the girl lifted her head to stare up at her. "Well, yes, but also no."

Alcina was confused. She knit her brow. "I did hope you would kill me, but I also found you beautiful and interesting." "Beautiful?" her eyes widened again. "Yes, beautiful and unique." "Me now or..." "Both, both versions of you." "You thought my other form was beautiful?" she asked suspiciously.

"Yes." Alcina looked doubtful. "Why do you seem as though you don't believe me?" "Little mouse, I am a monster. I cause the villagers to huddle in fear. I hunt them and feed on them." "You are not a monster."

Alcina started to argue. "Those people you hunt like to hunt and kill other living things for food just like you." "I don't just kill to feed sweetling. I enjoy it." "So do they. And they have too many children almost without thinking like mindless animals. There are so many of them they can't sustain themselves. They'd die without you hunting them. They die of want or they become drunk and mean from want and they fight and kill each other. The only difference between you is you're the only one of you I've ever seen, and you are beautiful." She reached up and caressed Alcina's jaw with her fingertips.

"Do you wish to stay with me?" she said the words almost without realizing it. She hastily started to try and back track. "That is...I..." "Yes," Hetaera reached up cupping her face in her hand, "Please. I want to stay."

Alcina gathered her up further into her arms and began to rock her again. Since the mutations she'd undergone after the cadou, she was sensitive about her appearance.

She'd always been vain about her looks, but the dramatic change in her height had led to whispers and derogatory remarks. That fool Heisenberg had been one of the worst at drawing on her insecurities. It was one of the many reasons she'd so enjoyed being a mother. Her girls had no memory of their previous lives and they had accepted her unconditionally. They'd adored her.

To hear someone speak of her with awe and warmth was causing her to develop a soft spot for the maiden. "I'll arrange for Katya to order you some more clothes. Would you like me to have her arrange a room for you, my pet?" The girl nestled in against her neck. "May I stay here with you? I'm not used to sleeping alone. I always shared a bed with my sisters at home."

Alcina hummed. "Of course, you may stay if you like, little mouse."

#my fic #original female character #fluff #alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #re8 lady dimitrescu

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Arte's Intruder

Lady Jane (The Darkest Minds)/Artemis Carvall (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: A stranger has appeared in Artemis' forest. A Lady Jane fic because what was that ending? Canon typical violence, language, large age gap (no underage)

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Artemis observed the stranger through binoculars. The longer she watched the more confused she became. She wasn't hunting. She wasn't looking for someone. She appeared to have just decided to walk the length of the forest aimlessly in leather boots and a leather jacket.

Her face was visibly red, and she was no doubt overheated in that attire, but she didn't stop to remove her jacket. She had no visible provisions, no food or water. Artemis' confusion grew the more she observed her. Was she having some sort of break down? There were much faster and surer ways of self-harm.

Arte dismounted from her mare, Loxo, and followed at a distance on foot. Two hours later and still the woman wandered seemingly without purpose.

They'd circled back on their route two or three times already. She didn't seem to know the area. She had to be close to collapse from exhaustion by now, but aside from the occasional stumble she showed no signs of stopping.

Was this some form of psychosis? Her actions made no sense. Arte wanted to intervene, but she couldn't anticipate the response from someone so erratic.

Finally, the woman reached the foot of the mountains and Arte waited to see if she would double back again. But she pressed forward attempting to ascend using paths designed for horses and mules not for improperly dressed people without provisions.

Arte closed a little more of the gap between them as she wrestled with whether to approach her. The woman slipped and fell rolling back down the path partially and hitting a few large stones.

To Arte's surprise she immediately stood and began walking again with a slight limp and an open wound on her cheek. Arte moved in more trying to rule out the possibility of concealed weapons.

"What are you doing?" she asked when she decided the woman had no gun. "Hello?" The woman turned her head to stare vacantly at Arte, but she did not respond. She continued to walk now without paying attention to where she stepped.

"Do you need help?" Still no response. The woman approached a ledge still not looking. "Watch out!" Arte screamed. But the woman stepped over the side.

Arte ran to ledge and peered over. She had dropped around ten feet to the ground below and she was once again attempting to stand and continue walking. She partially rose and hobbled dragging her leg behind her. She made another attempt and continued hobbling along the thin ledge. The next drop was thirty to forty feet below the woman.

As she drew close to the it, Arte made a decision. Her eyes glowed orange and she yelled, "Stop!" The woman stopped, held in place by the command Arte had implanted in her mind. When she released the mental hold she had, the woman collapsed and groaned in pain for the first time.

She rolled over and looked up at her. "Where am I?" She sounded confused and frightened. "You don't remember what happened? You've been walking aimlessly for hours." "Help me please! Ahh! My knee!" She curled up groaning and clutching her injured leg.

Arte turned and ran back to Loxo to retrieve rope but when she returned, she discovered the woman unconscious below her. She figured it was a combination of heat exhaustion, dehydration, and pain. "Shit!"

When she'd managed to retrieve the woman, she lay her flat on the ground and attempted to make her drink from her canteen. She couldn't get her to drink. So, she unzipped the jacket and began gently removing it to help her cool down instead.

She was drenched in sweat beneath the jacket and Arte knew she needed fluids. She could see her knee visibly swollen beneath her jeans. She didn't have the necessary medical supplies with her. As she prepared to try and move the unconscious woman to her horse, papers fell from the inside pocket of her jacket.

Arte picked them up and opened them hoping to find information about her. She found bounty posters with handwritten notes on a few of them detailing capture dates and reward payments collected. Arte dropped the papers and stood trembling. She'd considered taking a skip tracer to her home.

She heard her father's voice in her head, "Don't get involved Arte. Trust no one." She thought of turning and running away as the woman moaned in pain on the ground. Suddenly she wondered if the woman had been under the control of another orange. That would explain her seemingly mindless actions, if it were someone else's command that had moved her.

Had she released her by implanting a new command? Arte was immobilized by fear and uncertainty. She knew her father would have her leave the woman alone here dooming her to die of exposure and knowing that she made a living preying on others like herself made the proposition very tempting. But then the woman moaned softly in pain again while still unconscious on the ground.

She worried during the transport that she might wake and attempt to overpower her using her own weapon against her. But as they made their way to the cave system Arte knew well, the woman awoke twice, and both times she was too disoriented to do much of anything. She stopped both times, forcing her to drink.

She'd complained of pain in her knee and her ankle before drifting back into unconsciousness. She finally deposited her in the mouth of the cave on the bedroll she'd brought along. She built a fire and left her with water and dried venison before returning home for medical supplies.

She hoped as she returned to find the mouth of the cave empty. No such luck; she found the woman either sleeping or unconscious where she'd left her. Some of the water was gone but the food was untouched.

The first thing she did before attempting to use any of the medical supplies she'd brought along was to secure the woman's wrist in a metal cuff and attach it by an adjoining chain to a nearby boulder. She hoped the restraint combined with the woman's poor condition would eliminate any immediate threat she might pose.

She started an IV with a saline drip and tried to remove the woman's boot. The pain of tugging on the shoe caused the woman to wake. "Oww! What are you doing?" "I need to get the boot off before your foot swells more and makes it impossible. You need to rest it or put it in a splint."

She sat up groggily. She noticed the cuff on her wrist. "What the hell?" "I restrained you to try and keep you from hurting me." "What?" "You're a skip tracer. I don't trust you." "Who told you that?" "The bounty papers in your jacket pocket."

"Do you know how you got here?" "No...yes. It was that girl. The one I didn't recognize. She forced me here," she sounded angry. "Well..." "Well, what?" she spat. "You were trying to kill her," Arte said, now also angry.

"I"m earning an honest income where I can. You think it's easy for the rest of us?" "You're the victim? Since when does hurting people count as honest income?" "Bullshit! They're not killing them. They're curing them." "You've got to be shitting me. I've been stuck out in the middle of forests with a lunatic off the grid survivalist most of my life and even I'm not that out of touch with reality! I know you know that's a lie. Do you think they'd try to cure the girl who sent you here?"

"Who gives a fuck? She tried to kill me! She's dangerous!" "Oh, so she sought you out and threatened you first? You're delusional." "Why are you even here then?" "I'm trying to keep you from dying because obviously I have poor judgment. Do you want this splint and this anti-inflammatory gel or not?" After a pause, the woman conceded, "Yes." "This is going to hurt."

After she'd removed the boot, applied the gel, splinted and bandaged the leg, and removed the IV, Arte returned to her horse and brought more food and water along with a bottle of antibiotics. She began placing them near the woman. "What's this for?" she asked pointing to the supplies. "I figure you'll need more food and water than what I've already left." "What? Are you leaving me? You can't do that!"

"Excuse me?" "I'll die here!" "I've done everything I can for you." "Bullshit! You could take me with you. You clearly have a home somewhere." "Take you with me?" "Yes." "So, you can turn on me and turn me in for cash?" "I need help! I'm not going to turn you in." "Why should I believe you? You're a monster!" "Me? You're the ones who control people's minds!" "One of us has a choice!"

Artemis heard her father's voice in her head again. "Wounded animals are the most dangerous Arte." This time she heeded the warning and threw the key at the woman. She turned abruptly and walked away. The woman fumbled with the key to her restraint as she mounted her horse.

"No!" Arte turned and rode away. "No! Come back!" She rode until she was out of eyesight, turning and concealing herself and Loxo behind some rocks. She waited for the screams to stop but they didn't. The woman went on and on screaming for her to return and help her. She screamed and screamed.

Arte climbed up into the rocks and sighted the woman with her binoculars. She was worried about the noise drawing others to their location. She watched the woman trying to follow after her. She'd struggled to stand and hobbled pathetically until she collapsed.

She rested awhile face down in the dirt before struggling to stand again. She barely managed to hobble a step or two before falling again. This time she did not attempt to rise again. Instead, she crawled on her belly. "I won't turn you in! Please! Help me!" "Great."

As she rode home with the woman clinging to her back she thought, "I'll just have to abandon the homestead. It's probably for the best anyway. I've been in one place too long; gotten too comfortable. I'm an idiot!" She felt the woman's face plaster against her shoulder as she drifted to sleep behind her. Arte ran a short length of rope around their torsos and tied it with a quick release knot to keep her from falling as they rode.

"Stupid!" she continued to berate herself.

#the darkest minds #lady jane #gwendoline christie #my fic #original female character #drunk writing

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Abject Devotion

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE8)/Hetaera Hofer (OFC)

Summary/Warnings/Notes: Post RE8, maiden has the only reasonable response to Lady D interrupting her wedding night. *immediately drops trou* 🫡 Canon typical violence. Is it spooky season yet? I'm sick to death of summer. Does this count as a Gwen fic if I've already cast her as Lady D in my mind?

————————— The villagers noticed the walls of the castle slowly being rebuilt and they began to worry. It'd been two years since it's destruction and since the decimation of the population within the village itself.

With two years of silence, people had begun to resettle the area despite the prior occurrences. Stories remained, but the new residents started to believe they were exaggerated or at least long behind them. But as the walls continued to go back up, uncertainty settled in some of their minds. The shadowy castle was an ominous sight bearing down on them from above. The stories became more popular. And then, one day, their neighbor vanished.

He'd been out in the forest the night before trapping game and he failed to return. Midday, the villagers stopped waiting and formed a group to go out in search. No trace was found. More stories were exchanged in the pubs. Villagers began to lock their doors. They traveled in pairs. Nighttime trapping stopped. And yet, more villagers vanished.

Then one night a far more brazen attack occurred. Someone or something had broken into the Dalca farmstead. The door was found off its hinges. Old man Dalca's blood was smeared all over the kitchen walls. The furniture was smashed.

Pieces of the man himself were found strewn in the field next to his chickens and cows. "A bear? Are you insane? When was the last time a bear attacked someone by knocking their door in?" "Oh, you'd rather believe in some old wives' tales about monsters instead?"

A pall gathered over the village. Hetaera was unfazed by the terror around her. She didn't need to the threat of monsters to make her life a misery. As the second of nine children born to an impoverished goat herder her circumstances were enough to make her bitterly regret her life here.

Things had always been difficult. She was essentially free labor for her father; constantly cleaning, cooking, caregiving, tending the garden, and feeding the animals. But she managed to eke out an existence in spite of her father's constant verbal and physical abuse. He drank heavily as though that would provide a solution to their problems instead of making everything worse. Her mother existed on the edges. She seemed to be trying to avoid an emotional connection with her children for fear of drawing more of her husband's anger.

As bad as things were for her, they were about to get much worse. Her father had accepted a marriage proposal on her behalf from Clive Baciu and the prospect of being wed to him seemed far worse than any monster that only wanted to quickly end her existence (and perhaps consume part of her in the process).

This man, on the other hand, would make her miserable for the rest of her life and who knows how long that could take. "Father he's twice my age. He's not much younger than you." "What do I care about his age? He'll pay me enough dowry to buy the feed we need for the animals for another month. He has a home place for you. I can't be expected to go on keeping you myself. There are children younger than you here that need feeding, but you don't think about that. You're a selfish little shit."

"But what will happen to me if he dies early?" "Sort it out between yourselves! I won't decide what happens once you're his. To bed with you!" He slapped her hard with the back of his hand. Hetaera stood in the window of her shared room and stared longingly at the forest the other villagers feared. She wondered whether the monsters would do her the courtesy of a fast death if she were to flee into them. "Come to bed Taera," her sister, Esmarelda, said behind her. She turned and did as she was told. ------------------------ She paced anxiously, wringing her hands. She was struggling to breath properly. She'd been wed to Baciu earlier and brought back here. He'd dumped her off to work the farm and tend the animals.

He was a gruff old man who during their brief interactions at the ceremony and on the trip back home had treated her like a piece of livestock he'd acquired. She still cringed at the prickly feel of his mustache and beard and the sourness of his breath when they'd kissed after their vows.

And then she'd been deposited here, and he'd gone about his usual day. She'd dusted, swept and mopped, organized the kitchen, and made a stew mostly to have something to do so she wouldn't have to think about what was going to happen next.

Eventually the day faded away and the light fell from the sky and her husband returned home. He tracked in mud all along the floors she'd cleaned. He removed and discarded his coat, hat, gloves, and boots in untidy piles around the home.

"What's for dinner then?" She prepared a bowl of stew and placed it on the table next to him along with bread. "Beer." She returned with a pint. They sat in silence and ate.

"Next year this time, I hope to have the first boy. Maybe someday I'll have some decent help around here before I croak. The last girl never had any. She ate my food, but never produced any offspring. Then the fever took her...You look healthy though. Guess time will tell."

She despised his assessment of her. "More," he said pushing the bowl at her. She stood and moved to the stove to refill his food when suddenly the door burst in and slammed against the wall before clattering loudly to the floor.

She turned pressing herself into the corner where the kitchen cabinets met. She crouched down uncertainly. He stood and ran into the bedroom, reemerging with a shot gun.

Hetaera watched transfixed as two extraordinarily long sets of black claws framed either side of the open doorway. A pale aquiline face appeared between them with glowing golden orbs. Slowly the rest of a tentacle covered creature began working its way inside the home.

It was far too large to comfortably fit inside the small space. The ceiling creaked above it where its enormous black leathery wings pressed into it. "Fiend!" Baciu shrieked shooting the creature in the chest.

It roared in anger and stood sending a massive chunk of the roof and ceiling of the home flying into the air behind it as it reached its full height. "I thirst! I hunger!" It snarled.

Baciu's second shot missed as he panicked at the sight of the enormous dragon like thing. Hetaera watched as the creature impaled her newlywed (and unwanted) husband onto the end of its massive claws. It brought him in and bit down harshly on his neck.

He flailed and shrieked feebly in its grasp. Blood exploded from his belly and neck. Hetaera stood from her crouched position and continued to watch as Baciu's flailing ceased, and the creature hungrily devoured his blood and flesh.

Eventually the creature finished its feeding frenzy and dropped the remains of the corpse with an unceremonious thud. Its gaze fixed on the remaining occupant of the tiny farmhouse who continued to stand and watch rather than trying to flee.

Alcina's blood lust gave her vision a sort of haze, but she immediately noticed something strange about the maiden before her. The familiar sharp tang of fear that spiked the blood of all of her victims was absent and it left behind a beautifully fragrant scent that was having an intoxicating effect on her. It stayed her appetite momentarily and she regarded the girl with curiosity. She was a very pretty young thing with light brown hair falling past her shoulders in gentle waves, the familiar olive complexion to her skin, indicating a life spent tending gardens and animals, but it was youthful and free of blemishes. She had the most uncommon set of green eyes accented with copper flecks. Beautiful.

She saw her own curiosity reflected back at her in the girl's gaze. It would have been an odd response for a maiden to have to Alcina's human form, given its abnormal size, but it was an extremely surprising response to her current form. She'd never experienced anything like it before.

She felt her blood lust draining from her and she began to contort painfully as she shifted. Her wings and tentacles vanished to be replaced by the 9'6" human form she usually inhabited, although she was nude, which was less usual. The girl's mouth dropped open. Alcina chuckled in spite of herself.

She bent down and approached the girl, stopping inches from her face. The girl continued to regard her silently. "Well, this is unexpected," she purred at her in a velvety tone. The girl reached out, almost subconsciously, and ran her fingers lightly along Alcina's blood-soaked jaw, before pulling them back as the blood dripped off the ends.

Hetaera had watched the creature change from a fascinating dragon like thing the likes of which she'd never encountered before into a strikingly tall beautifully curvy woman, fully nude, and the velvety quality of her voice tickled her scalp and the back of her neck.

Suddenly she'd made up her mind. This was a far more satisfying conclusion to things than some bleak marriage arrangement could have ever been. Fuck it. With that she reached up and grabbed the silk ribbon on the bodice of the gown her sisters had lovingly crafted for her wedding from scraps they'd mostly received as charitable donations from villagers who'd perceived their want. She untied the ribbon and allowed the gown to fall from her shoulders and gather at her feet. She longed to experience some sort of contact, no matter how brief, as she tilted her head exposing the silky expanse of her neck. It was an offering freely given and very nearly irresistible. Alcina smiled.

#my fic #original female character #resident evil village #re8 lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #what is this

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Rosemary’s Mother

Lady Dimitrescu (RE8)/Principal Weems (Wednesday)

Rosemary Winters (RE8), Althea Weems Dimitrescu (OFC), Philippa Weems Dimitrescu (OFC), Enid, Wednesday, Morticia, Gabrielle Barclay (Wednesday)

Notes/Warnings/Summary: I had a shitty week so I wrote a part 6 to comfort/amuse myself. I’m basically just an otter that’s found a smooth stone and is busy batting it back and forth mindlessly. Summary? Let’s see: tall homicidal vampire lady sets up house and whisks shape shifting principal who’ll dispose of a body and burn the scene at the flutter of an eyelash across the threshold bridal style. They round their family out a bit with an equally homicidal shape shifting dragon baby while eldest telekinetic prophesying daughter pulls the families strings like their puppet master. 🤷‍♀️ Your basic domestic fluff with the occasional dash of murder…

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Wednesday approached her parents with Enid and Rosemary in tow. Morticia wondered where her daughter kept finding these bubbly blonde girls and how was she tolerating them so well? "Hello, mother." "Good morning, my little storm cloud." "This is our friend, Rosemary." "How do you do?" "Hello, Ms. Addams, it's nice to meet you." Morticia gave the girl a tight smile, at least she wasn't as bubbly as Enid.

"Mother I was wondering if I may be allowed to accompany Rosemary and her family on spring break? They're going to Nag's Head Beach." "You wish to go to the beach? Are you feeling well Wednesday? Do you have a fever?" "I feel fine mother."

"I'm going too," Enid chimed in excitedly. Morticia grimaced slightly. "The three of us would like to go together mother." "Darling are your parents alright with this arrangement?" "Yes, Ms. Addams, my moms said she could come along if you were okay with it." "Well, my raven, if you would like, I suppose it's alright." "Thank you, mother."

The girls sat down at the table with Morticia and began having breakfast. Enid regaled them with a detailed retelling of her having met Ajax's parents earlier, but Rose was distracted by Morticia's conversation with Bianca Barclay's mother.

They’d evidently been discussing Larissa before Wednesday interrupted them and they continued unaware of Rose's relationship to her. "I was surprised to see she has a baby now?" "I know. We roomed together here at Nevermore, and I didn't realize she was even seeing anyone. Have you seen the child? Up close?" "No. Why?" "Well...it's a sight to see." Gabrielle quirked her eyebrow. "Oh?" "She's gray and covered in tentacles. She has teeth already." "Larissa's child?" "Yes, she's quite the little monster."

Rose felt a knot in her stomach at the way they whispered to each other about her sister. "They'll be here together for dinner this evening. I'll introduce you to her wife and you can see for yourself." They laughed together.

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Rose stood in the study of the former Gates' Mansion, now the new House Dimitrescu. She held her baby sister in her arms and whispered quietly in her ear. "Darling, are you ready to go?" Larissa asked as both moms came in. "Yes, mommy."

Larissa walked over and kissed Thea on the back of her head, reaching out to take the baby in her arms, as she turned the child toward her she gasped at the sight she saw nestled in the little black lace bonnet.

Alcina approached quickly concerned by Larissa's reaction. "What's wrong?" she asked worried. Larissa continued to stare in shock at the baby before her. The little gray dragon like creature that Alcina had given birth to was gone and in her arms was a little blue eyed blonde human baby with plump rosy cheeks. The resemblance between the baby she now held in her arms and Larissa's baby picture sitting on the mantlepiece nearby was uncanny.

She was an exact replica. Alcina's eyes widened in surprise as well when she finally saw what had caused her wife to gasp. "Did she shift on her own?" Larissa asked Rosemary. Rosemary hesitated for the briefest moment. Larissa failed to notice, but Alcina did not. "Uh, yeah...I think she just saw your photo and..." Larissa gathered the baby to her chest and cradled the back of her head with her hand.

She placed her mouth and nose against the baby's bonnet. "Are you imitating mommy sweet girl?" she cooed at her kissing her on the cheek. The baby bubbled happily at her. She turned to Alcina who smiled at the pair, bending and kissing her daughter first, then her wife.

"Well, I suppose it's impressive Cina. I wasn't able to sustain a shifted form until well into my teens and only then out of necessity. I thought I could make the other kids stop being mean about my faults by getting rid of them. Of course, then they teased me for being a freak who altered herself...This is really early for her to control her powers Cina." She stared down at the baby once more before leaving the room to go get her purse.

Larissa sounded proud of her daughter's achievement, but Alcina knew how anxious her wife was for their daughter to never feel compelled to shift in order to fit in or feel accepted. And Cina knew that Larissa adored her little dragon.

Alcina noticed her older daughter trying to make a quick exit. "Sweetling?" Rose stopped and turned. Alcina saw the red flush on her cheeks. "Yes, mommy?" "Come here to mother a moment, draga." Her shoulders slumped slightly as she approached.

Alcina sat and drew the girl into her lap. She kissed her and gently brushed the hair from the side of her face with her palm. The girl studiously avoided eye contact with her mother by staring down at the floor. Alcina placed her fingertip under the girl's chin and tilted it up so they could look at one another. "Sweetling?" "Yes, mommy?"

"Did Thea shift on her own or did she have some sort of influence?" Rosemary hesitated again. "Draga, please talk to me. Do you know how sensitive your mommy is about her abilities and how children were hurtful to her growing up?"

Rosemary nodded her head and looked sad. "And do you know that mommy is anxious to protect Thea and teach her to love her own form?" The girl looked worried and a little guilty. "Speak to me sweetling." "Yes, mommy." "Yes, mommy, what?" "I know those things."

"Did she shift on her own?" Rose shook her head no. "I'm sorry mommy." The dam burst and Rose told Alcina all about the Morticia and Gabrielle's conversation earlier. Alcina's eyes glowed gold with rage and she stood still holding Rose. The girl reached out wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's neck. "Don't be angry mommy. I'm sorry."

"Hush child. I'm not angry with you. I'll never be angry with you," she said nuzzling Rose's face. "You can't hurt them mommy." "Oh?" she asked as though it were a challenge. "They have daughters of their own. Morticia is Wednesday's mom," she reminded her mother, and she watched as the golden glow in her eyes subsided somewhat at the mention of Wednesday.

"Well, I may not be able to disembowel her, but she doesn't have to know that." Alcina chose not to tell Larissa what had happened yet as they drove to Nevermore for dinner with the students and their families. She watched her wife repeatedly looking into the mirror at their baby who was smiling and giggling at her. Larissa would smile back but then look worried until she noticed Alcina staring, and she tried to cover up her concern.

They arrived and made their way to the quad where the tables were set for dinner. Morticia and Gabrielle approached Larissa laughing together like old friends. "Hi, Rissa," Morticia said in the sickly-sweet tone of hers. "You remember Bianca's mother?" "Oh yes, of course, how are you Ms. Barclay?" Larissa's usual chipper professional attitude replaced the concerned mother that'd had arrived a moment ago. "Morticia mentioned you'd had a baby," she said gesturing toward the bundle in her arms, "Congratulations! May I see her?"

Larissa's smile faltered briefly. "Of course," she said turning the little bundle of black lace in her arms. She caught the look of surprise on both of their faces and became immediately suspicious. Bianca's mother recovered from her shock and smiled at the beautiful blonde baby. "Oh how precious Larissa. She looks just like you." Larissa attempted to put her best professional smile back in place despite her misgivings. "Thank you so much Ms. Barclay."

"Mother, I think everyone's just about ready to eat," Rosemary said stepping from behind her. Morticia startled. "Hello again, Ms. Addams." "Did you call Rissa mother?" "Yes." "Yes, Rose is Alcina's daughter; our daughter." It was then Morticia noticed the incredibly tall raven-haired beauty looming in the shadows behind Larissa. Her eyes glowing golden in the darkness.

As she stepped forward into the light, Morticia detected a glint to her eye that made her subconsciously step back. Her brain tried to catch up. "So...earlier when Wednesday..." "Oh yes, I wasn't certain how you'd feel about Wednesday coming with us to Nag’s Head, but she had expressed interest, and I told her we would love to have her if you were alright with it..." Morticia looked back to Alcina and took another step back. "Right...well, we won't keep you."

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Larissa tried to put Thea's shift from her mind as she moved fully into Principal Weems mode. She smiled and talked happily with everyone as she moved between the tables. Thea stayed in Alcina's arms and Larissa hoped none of the parents who'd already met her would say anything about her appearance.

Thankfully no one mentioned it, and dinner drew to a close as the families dispersed. She and Alcina walked over to the van to return home. Wednesday and Enid followed after Rose and stood discussing their plans for the upcoming trip as Alcina looked on.

Larissa turned, opened the sliding side door, and prepared to put Thea in her car seat. As she pulled the baby away from her chest, she saw the girl had shifted back to her usual form. "Hi, my love. There's my girl," she cooed happily at her.

Thea made a sort of reptilian rattling noise from the back of her throat. Larissa smiled and caressed her face softly before running her fingertip along the child's lip. As she expected the baby reached out and caught the finger with her incisor cutting the tip of it open. Larissa allowed the baby to engulf her finger into her mouth and suckle happily at the wound. The baby's eyes glowed as Larissa whispered, "I missed you my beautiful perfect girl."

Alcina caught the smell of her beloved's blood in the air and turned to see what had happened. She smiled to see Larissa happy and their daughter feeding from her. She wrapped her hand around Larissa's waist and her wife stood to meet her without removing her finger from their daughter. Alcina bent to place a kiss on her lips and Larissa hummed happily at her.

Alcina stepped around to the front of the vehicle and removed a band aid from the console. She returned and plucked her wife's finger gently from the girl's mouth. She bent and kissed the girl as she huffed in annoyance. She wrapped her wife's wounded finger.

As Rosemary turned from her friends, she found her mothers fussing over one another and the baby and she slipped into a vision suddenly. The scene in front of her remained the same except she now saw a second baby in the far seat of the van. The baby resembled Thea's shifted form, a rosy cheeked human baby with Larissa's blue eyes, but instead of the blonde curls, this child had Alcina's raven-colored ones. She was a perfect mix of the two women.

Rose stared intently at the baby who smiled back at her. After a moment the vision vanished, and she remained staring at the three real people in front of her. Alcina turned to her. "Are you ready to go home sweetling?" She kissed Rose on the top of her head and placed a hand on her back guiding her to the vehicle.

Rose shook the vision from her mind as she climbed in. She'd nearly forgotten about it entirely until she came down for breakfast the next morning. She sat down at the table to Alcina holding Thea and discussing the route they'd take to their beach house with Larissa.

Suddenly the vision of the second baby returned to her and Rose saw her cradled in Larissa's arms as she nursed. Larissa noticed Rose staring intently at her with a glazed look about her. She seemed to be somewhere else. "Darling is everything alright?" The words drew her out of the vision and once again the child vanished. "Oh...uh yeah. Sorry, just lost in thought," she said picking up her fork and focusing on her plate. Alcina and Larissa exchanged a glance.

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Larissa returned to the study after putting Thea down for a nap to find her wife reading on the sofa in front of the fire. As she took her seat beside her, the book was placed on a side table and Larissa was immediately ensconced in her wife's arms. Alcina drew the throw over her as she cupped her belly with her palms and leaned in placing kisses. along her neck and shoulder. Larissa leaned into the contact humming happily.

Soon she needed Alcina's attention more directly. She cupped her face and pulled her up into a passionate kiss. They sat wrapped up together exploring each other's mouths.

Rosemary lay on the day bed in Larissa's sunroom lost in another vision. It could have been a memory from their previous weekend but for one small addition. She lay in her mothers' bed draped across both women's legs with her head in Larissa's lap. Larissa played with her hair as Alcina nuzzled and kissed Althea. The only thing out of the ordinary about the scene was the addition of the second baby sitting on Larissa's thigh with her mother's arm wrapped around her belly holding her upright. The raven-haired baby smiled at Rose and shook the rattle she held in her chubby little fist.

As the vision vanished from her eyes and she lay staring up at the sky through the glass ceiling above her, Rose was left with the name Philippa. She repeated it to herself and then her phone pinged, and she sat up and read the text from Enid fine tuning their trip's itinerary.

Alcina rested her forehead to Larissa's. "Draga, I meant to tell you earlier. I think you should speak with Rose about Thea." "About Thea?" "I think she may have something she needs to confess." Larissa looked at her in confusion.

She made her way down the hall to the sunroom where she knocked gently at the door. "Sweetheart, may I come in?" "Yes, of course, mommy. It's your room." Larissa stepped inside and Rose put her phone down on the side table.

Rose scooted to the side and Larissa sat and then lay down next her. Rose threw her blanket over them both and they stared up at the sky and the hanging potted plants overhead. Rose moved over to her mother and draped one of her legs and one of her arms over her. Larissa wrapped her up in her arms and held her close. "Your mother suggested perhaps we needed to talk about Thea."

Rose hesitated for a moment. "I told her to shift." Larissa turned to look at her with concern creasing her brow. "Why sweetheart?" "I was just trying to protect her. And you." "Protect us from what?" She hesitated again. "Ms. Addams and Ms. Barclay." Larissa sat up. "Morticia? What did she do?" Rose didn't respond. "Did she say something about Thea?" Rose sat up next to her mother and hugged her, but she still didn't respond.

Larissa huffed in exasperation. "About a baby? For God's sake. That's a new low even for her." "She called her a monster," Rose mumbled. She thought Larissa would shout again but when she heard no response Rose looked up to find tears brimming in the bottoms of her mother's eyes.

She reached up and kissed her on the cheek, wrapping her arms tightly around her mother's neck and pulling her close. She whispered in her ear, "Please don't cry mommy. I'm so sorry."

Larissa buried her face in Rose's shoulder. "I don't blame you sweetheart. It's just that I wanted to protect her from being bullied for her appearance and her abilities. I wanted to be able to teach her to accept herself because it took me so long to learn that for myself."

Rose held her mother tightly and rocked her while rubbing circles on her back. "I didn't mean to take that from you. I just panicked when I heard them talking and I thought I could fix it."

Larissa pulled back and wiped the tears from her eyes. She brought Rose back in against her and kissed her. "It's alright sweetheart. She's your little sister. You're allowed to protect her when you can. I'll be okay." She held her daughter and ran her hands through her hair, massaging the girl's scalp.

"I thought mother was going to tear her apart." Larissa chuckled. "I'm surprised she didn't." "I had to remind her that both women are mothers also." Rose turned and lay her head in her mother's lap. Larissa continued to run her hands through her hair, smiling down at her.

"I've been having visions lately." "Oh?" "Yeah, Wednesday's been trying to teach me to control them." "Would you like to speak with Ms. Eldritch? She's quite good with her powers." "No, I think we're managing okay so far." "Oh, well, care to enlighten me as to what they're about?"

"I would actually." Larissa quirked her eyebrows in curiosity. "Lately I've been seeing your third daughter an awful lot." Larissa looked confused for a moment. "Is that what Enid calls herself?" "What?" Rose laughed, "No... well, yes, probably...but that's not the third daughter I'm referring to."

Larissa raised both brows in surprise. "I didn't know I had a third daughter." "You don't...yet." "Oh," Larissa said finally understanding. "Oh," she said again as it fully registered, "Really?" "I keep seeing her everywhere I look. Philippa." "Philippa?" Larissa thought for a moment. "I'm sure your mother would love to have another."

Rose chuckled. "Mommy would go on having children forever if you'd let her...what about you though? Do you want another?" "I adore the two of you and I love to see you mother happy." "But?"

"Well, sweetheart, it's mostly logistics that worry me." Rose looked confused. "Their appetites sweetheart. We live in a small town and your mother has her needs. I've been driving over an hour away for my outings with your sister just in case. Last weekend, while I was putting groceries in the car, a man approached trying to mug me. Thea leapt from her car seat and mauled him. I appreciate that she was fed and everyone else was a little less likely to be mugged in that parking lot, but there's always the matter of disposing of the bodies. I don't want to draw unnecessary attention to ourselves."

Rose sat up. "I don't think she has the blood lust." "What?" "Philippa, I don't think she has the blood lust. She looks like a normal human baby. She has blue eyes like yours, but black hair like mother." "If Alcina gave birth to her, would she not be infected with the cadou?" "I'm infected and I don't have it." Larissa stared at her thoughtfully for a moment.

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Later that night, when Larissa slipped into bed next to Alcina. Alcina reached out and wrapped her arms around her, pulling her over and on top of her. She knew it was Larissa's favorite spot, laying on top of her with her face buried in her bosom. "Did you speak to Rose earlier?" "Um hm," Larissa said as she kissed each of Alcina's breasts. "And are you okay draga?" "Yes, sweetheart. I'm alright," she said surprising Alcina by working her way lower with her kisses.

"Good. What are you doing down there?" she asked as Larissa placed kisses over her ribs and moved lower to her belly. She ran her palm in circles on Alcina's lower belly while kissing her through the silk fabric of her negligee just above her belly button. As she continued to kiss and caress her belly, Alcina felt tendrils of pleasure uncoiling themselves in her belly and running down into her core. "Just thinking," Larissa said. "Thinking about what draga?" "Things."

"Ah...well, while you're there..." she trailed off and waited for her wife to get the picture. She saw a pair of sapphire blue eyes appear over the tops of her breasts and smile lines appeared in the corners of them. "Of course, darling," Larissa said as the eyes disappeared from her view.

#my fic #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #original female character #fluff #principal weems #wendesday addams #lady dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu #re8 village

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Larissa’s Reluctant Romance

Larissa Weems/Wednesday Addams (18+ aged up, large age gap)

Warnings/Summary/Notes: @somethang0013 Better late than never? Part 6! Wednesday has successfully worn down Larissa’s reservations and we have arrived at our destination: Smut 18+ NSFW also a little angst and a healthy dose of fluff. It is a Larissa/Wednesday fic…last warning.

They’re definitely going to ruin everything in Season 2 aren’t they? Oh well, we’ll always have denial!

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Larissa spent eight plus hours on an overnight first-class flight still not fully processing that she'd agreed to spend two weeks in Italy with Wednesday. This incredibly self-possessed young woman had her behaving in the strangest of ways, but she was having trouble regretting her actions so far.

Also, she'd never previously parted with the money for a first-class upgrade and now that she'd discovered the comfort in being able to fully recline for sleep, she was worried she'd be spoiled for the rest of her life.

They arrived in Rome after a surprisingly painless journey and Wednesday had arranged their transfer to the hotel. Larissa was happy to not have to put thought into it after arriving slightly jet lagged.

She'd been to Rome before, but a long time ago when she was at university, and she'd forgotten how beautiful the city was with cobblestone streets and ancient facades surrounding what was still very much a modern bustling city.

She was smiling happily out the window before turning to see if Wednesday was enjoying the sights as much as her. She found Wednesday busy regarding her instead. "It's so beautiful. I forgot how much I loved it here. Why do I never travel?" "I don't know, but it's a pleasure to be able to reintroduce you to it."

Wednesday placed a hand on the back of Larissa's and Larissa smiled at her before reaching over and kissing her on the cheek. "Thank you for talking me into this Wednesday."

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They arrived and checked into the most luxurious hotel she'd ever seen right in the heart of the city. They were given keys cards to separate rooms with an adjoining door.

Larissa opened the door looking forward to fully refreshing her hair and makeup after the flight but was caught off guard by the dozens of fresh flower arrangements dotted around the room and the bottle of champagne on ice sitting on the dining table.

"Of course..." she thought shaking her head at Wednesday's antics, but she was touched by her continued thoughtfulness. "She's going to be the death of me," she thought as she breathed in deeply inhaling the scent of the roses and lilies adorning the main centerpiece.

She poured herself a glass of the champagne before walking over and throwing open the doors of her balcony. The sight in front of her took her breath away for a moment. The Colosseum, the Forum, the Arch of Constantine, and Palatine Hill were all visible from her room. It was a mind-blowing view.

She heard a knock at her door and thought Wednesday had come around to the main entrance instead of the adjoining door, but she opened it to find room service. "Good morning, the young lady thought you might be hungry." He rolled in a cart with coffee, juice, croissants, and an egg scramble with peppers and sausage.

Larissa walked over and knocked on the adjoining door. Wednesday opened it, "Do you have everything you need? Is the room satisfactory?" Larissa snorted, "Seriously? Wednesday the room is incredible and yes." She bent down cupped both sides of Wednesday face in her hands while placing a kiss on her forehead. "Will you join me for this breakfast the nice young man just delivered to me at your request?" "Of course."

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They parted after breakfast on the balcony while Larissa showered and freshened up. She put on the plunging dress Wednesday had bought for her and knocked at the adjoining door again. "Hello beautiful." She smiled, "Hi, sweetheart." "Tour of the Colosseum or..." "Shopping first?" she asked with a grin. "Shopping it is."

Larissa had amassed a small wardrobe of lightweight cotton sundresses some with deep V-necks and some strapless. None of them remotely resembled her usual attire, but she was having trouble narrowing down her choices. She wanted all of them.

"Larissa?" She smiled at hearing Wednesday address her by her first name. She turned and opened the door to her dressing room. "Hi, sweetheart." Wednesday took in the cotton sun dress she was wearing approvingly. "You look beautiful? Do you like it?"

Larissa opened the door wider to reveal the small army of dresses behind her. "Well...the problem is, I found a few too many I liked." "I fail to see the problem." Larissa quirked an eyebrow at her. "If you like them all. You should get them all. When was the last time you indulged yourself?"

"How am I going to deal with this many dresses while traveling?" Wednesday shrugged. "We'll buy you another suitcase...or two." "Wednesday, I think you might be an enabler of the worst sort. Also, why have we not discussed how cute you look yet?"

She gestured to the natural linen trousers and vest paired with the sheer cotton dress shirt, loose tie, and straw fedora she'd chosen for her. "I think I love it a little bit." Wednesday looked down at herself. "About that..." "Are we finding everything ladies?" "Do you have this in black?"

When Larissa approached the register to pay for her haul she found Wednesday had already made payment. “Of course,” she thought turning to glare at her.

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They stood in line outside the Colosseum, Larissa in her new white sun dress and Wednesday in her black linen trousers and vest. Larissa watched a honeymooning couple ride past in a horse drawn carriage fully engrossed in one another and unconscious of the views around them. She reached back seemingly without thinking and took Wednesday's arms wrapping them around her waist and pulling her against her.

Wednesday happily hugged her and pressed her face to her side. She hummed contentedly as they stepped up to the entrance. Larissa spent the next hour gawking at the structure around her and Wednesday spent most of it admiring how happy Larissa looked.

Finally, they stepped outside, and Larissa grabbed her hand swinging it back and forth. "What's next? I'm a little peckish. Are you hungry?" "Well, actually..." Wednesday gestured for Larissa and they walked toward Palatine Hill.

They walked up onto the grass with a view of the Forum before them and Wednesday waved a greeting to a gentleman who was putting the finishing touches on a picnic laid out on a blanket on the grass. The man waved back before turning to leave.

Wednesday gestured for Larissa once more and turned to walk her over to the impromptu feast but Larissa stopped her, cupping her face and turning her to make eye contact. Wednesday responded by taking her hand in both of her own and holding it close to her face. She looked up at her questioningly.

Larissa gazed at her affectionately for a moment before asking, "Wednesday are you sure I'm worth all of this attention?" "I will happily go on lavishing you with attention if you'll allow me. Yes, I'm certain you deserve it." She placed a kiss to the palm of her hand and turned once more gesturing for Larissa to join her on the blanket.

Wednesday sat at Larissa's feet. "I wasn't sure what you'd prefer so I opted a variety." There was a small feast of salami, Parma ham, smoke salmon and trout, hard cheeses, soft cheeses, fig and sour cherry spreads, two types of caviar, creme fraiche, blinis, grapes, cherries, and strawberries, champagne, and cannoli.

Larissa pulled her legs in and bent forward to place a kiss on Wednesday's cheek. "Darling, it looks amazing." Wednesday prepared a plate for her and passed it to her before pulling her feet into her lap and making her own food.

Larissa poured two glasses of champagne and they ate while people watching. The smell of the orange trees dotted along the walkways drifted over to them on the soft breeze and mingled with the scents of laurel, roses, and wisteria from the hill behind them.

"Do you want to spend the majority of time here in Rome or would you like to branch out to Venice or Milan or somewhere else? We could go up to the Dolomites if you like." "Another place might be nice but after my overindulgent shopping spree, moving around might be a bit of a headache."

Wednesday shrugged, "We could keep the rooms here and just pack an overnight bag for a short trip elsewhere." "Wednesday, that would be a little excessive, wouldn't it?" "Not if it makes you happy." "Maybe a day trip to Pompeii and back?" "Of course."

"Wednesday, have I thanked you for talking me into this yet?" "Yes, I believe you had expressed a certain gratitude for having been persuaded." Larissa sat her plate down, pulled her feet up, and moved down the blanket to be closer to Wednesday, who sat her plate aside as well.

Larissa leaned in close and pressed another kiss to Wednesday's cheek, but this time it was softer, and it lingered. Wednesday leaned into the contact. When they parted Larissa stayed close as they gazed at one another.

Wednesday placed a hand on Larissa's back above her shoulder blade holding her close. Larissa whispered, " I'm so glad I didn't have to say goodbye to you yet, Wednesday." They continued gazing into each other's eyes before Wednesday dipped her head and pressed her lips to Larissa's. She didn't kiss her she just made contact and waited for Larissa's cue.

Larissa hesitated momentarily before placing a hand on Wednesday's cheek and kissing her gently. It felt like an electric current flowing between them. Larissa's head swirled with a dozen thoughts all at once. "I've wanted this so much. Why have I wanted this? Is this still inappropriate? What will my colleagues think? Will my career be compromised? Will my reputation be ruined? Morticia's going to kill me! Fuck it! I want this!" She pushed all the thoughts aside and leaned into the kiss with a moan.

When they parted, Wednesday continued to hold her close, "Are you cer..." Larissa cut her off by leaning back in. This time when they parted, she lay back on the blanket and Wednesday crawled eagerly up after her.

Placing one hand to the right of her head, Wednesday leaned over her and ran her other hand gently through the older woman's silver locks brushing her hair away from the side of her face. She drew the back of her hand gently over the corner of her lips. "Come here sweetheart," Larissa whispered placing her hand on the back of Wednesday's head and pulling her down to meet her mouth.

Wednesday wound her hand under Larissa's head, cradling it in her palm, while wrapping her other arm underneath her shoulders, holding her in a tight embrace as they continued to kiss while lying together next to the forgotten feast.

Eventually Wednesday broke the kiss and rested her forehead to Larissa's as they caught their breath. "Your lips are swollen." "You're wearing my lipstick." Larissa placed a peck on the newly red lips above her. Wednesday sat up pulling Larissa up with her. They looked at the food and realized they'd lost track of time.

"Darling, I'm so sorry. I think we've wasted the picnic you arranged." Wednesday moved up and behind Larissa on the blanket pulling her back until she leaned against her between her legs. She took a grape and pressed it to her swollen, lipstick smeared, lips and watched intently as Larissa bit down on it. She then handed her a champagne flute. "I wouldn't call this a waste."

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They took a car from the picnic to the Piazza di Spagna and walked to the Trevi Fountain. Larissa wrapped her arms around Wednesday and pressed against her back holding her phone up for a selfie, she said, "Smile," and was surprised to see the corners of Wednesday's lips upturned slightly in the resulting photo.

Larissa tossed coins into the fountain, and they sat on the steps and ate gelato together before returning to Wednesday's hotel room. "Do you want me to book a table somewhere this evening?" "No, darling, let's just do something easy from room service. Maybe we can watch a movie together and enjoy that view," she said gesturing to the balcony.

Wednesday took both of her hands in her own and kissed the back of each. "Anything you like." Larissa smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek. "I'm gonna go soak for a while. I'll be back later," she whispered into Wednesday's ear. Wednesday inclined her head slightly and their lips brushed lightly as Larissa moved away.

Larissa returned to her own room with a strange sort of nervous energy coursing through her. She felt as though she'd had too much coffee. She undressed, opened a bottle of red, and drew herself a bath. She rolled up a towel and placed it behind her head, laying back and trying to relax.

She finished a glass of wine and poured herself a second as she continued to soak. She felt the jittery sort of energy begin to leave her, but she became lost in her own thoughts. She started to doubt her earlier actions and almost started to panic.

"Will I lose my job for this? Should I? She's not even half my age and she was my student last week. I've dated her mother. I dated her mother over 20 years ago! My God, Larissa, what are you doing?" She drained the second glass as the water around her cooled and poured a third as she toweled off.

Wednesday ordered a few pizzas and a salad from room service. It wasn't the grandest of fare, but it would keep well if they were...distracted. It took her a minute to identify the feeling inside of her as happiness. She was surprised to experience it and further surprised by how much she was enjoying it.

That was until her movie date arrived back, later than she'd expected and visibly drunk. She held a half-drunk bottle of wine in her hand and wore a red silk and lace negligee with one strap hanging loosely off of her shoulder. She wore no makeup, and her hair was flowing down past her shoulders. Her nipples were hard beneath the thin silk of her negligee. Wednesday wanted to enjoy the sight because it was incredibly sexy, but she was concerned.

Larissa captured her lips in a sloppy kiss, and Wednesday could taste the wine she'd been drinking. She started to speak but Larissa began pushing her backward. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she flopped down onto it.

Larissa straddled her and pulled her into another sloppy drunk kiss. She reached up and started trying to undo Wednesday's tie. Wednesday reached up and stopped her hands, breaking the kiss. "What are you doing?" "What do you mean?" She tried again to undo the tie.

Wednesday stopped her a second time and Larissa tore her hands away angrily. "I thought you wanted this!" she huffed. "Or did I get the wrong idea from all of the flowers and hand delivered meals?" she asked sarcastically with a slight slur to her words.

Wednesday moved faster than Larissa could process, grabbing her by the hips and rolling them both. Her back hit the bed and Wednesday grabbed both her wrists pressing her hands up above her head and locking them in place.

Larissa's eyes widened in shock and her breath hitched as she saw the ferocity in Wednesday's gaze. She was taken aback and surprised at the coil of excitement that ran down her body straight into her core at the sudden display of dominance.

Wednesday scolded her as she leaned over her, "Don't be petulant with me Larissa." She realized she may have been a little rough with her, so she released the grip she had on Larissa's wrists and softened her gaze as she caressed her face pushing her hair aside. She was oblivious to the shock wave she'd sent coursing through her body.

"Something is obviously wrong. If you're upset or worried, why wouldn't you speak to me? I can accept rejection from you if you feel you need to do so, but I'm not going to sleep with you while you're drunk so you can regret it later and then use it as an excuse."

"I don't want to reject you." "Then what's wrong? Why did you get drunk before coming back to me?" Wednesday sat up and pulled Larissa up with her. She stood and turned to get a bottle of water.

When she turned back to hand it to Larissa, she found her sitting on the edge of the bed crying. She grabbed a throw from a nearby chair and wrapped it around her. She coaxed her to stand. "Come here," she said gently.

She wrapped her arm around Larissa, and they walked over to the balcony. Wednesday opened the door and they stepped out into the soft breeze. She deposited her on the chaise lounge outside and handed her the water bottle. "Drink this please sweetheart."

She quickly went back inside and returned with a damp cloth. She sat down next to Larissa and turned, wiping her tears away. "Don't cry. I didn't mean to upset you." "I'm sorry," Larissa said sniffling. "Don't be. Come here." Wednesday wrapped her arms around her and pulled the throw tighter against her shoulders. She cradled her tipsy burrito of angst to her side and rubbed comforting circles along it's lower back.

"Do you want to talk to me?" "Well," she huffed, "I want to enjoy this. It's been incredible so far Wednesday. But I started thinking while I was in the bath, and I couldn't stop. I'm worried I'm sabotaging my career that I've poured my whole life into. I'm mad at myself for pouring my whole life into my stupid career, but I still don't want to lose it. And your mother is going to murder me!"

"Shh," she said soothingly. "Okay. First of all, I will deal with Morticia Addams." "I'm serious. I don't want you to worry about her. As far as your career goes, I could deal with the board members theoretically, but I'm not sure you'd like my approach." "No, I don't want you burying board member bodies around campus."

"I think if you want to pursue this, it would be best to be up front with the school board and let them know you would appreciate the chance to address any concerns that may arise directly." "If you think it would be best not to pursue this, I will understand." "Do you want me to stop?"

Larissa raised her head up from Wednesday's shoulder and pulled one hand out of the blanket to cup her face. "No! Please don't, sweetheart. Please." Another tear dropped down her cheek and Wednesday wiped it away.

"Alright. It's okay." Wednesday pulled her back in to her embrace and resumed rubbing her back. "We can talk about it more later." They sat and admired the view, listening to the sounds of the traffic below and the people conversing as they walked by. Slowly Larissa drifted off to sleep.

Wednesday woke her long enough to guide her back inside and place her in bed. She tucked her in, put the pizza in the fridge, and climbed in snuggling up to Larissa's back.

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Wednesday woke the next morning to a fully nude Larissa straddling her and kissing her awake. "Is this, okay?" she asked with her lips still pressed against Wednesday's. "It is very, very much okay." "Yes." Larissa drew her in to a passionate kiss while Wednesday ran her hands up along her thighs and hips finally enjoying the privilege of exploring the creamy white expanse of her body.

Larissa broke the kiss and leaned down pressing her lips against the shell of Wednesday's ear. "Can I tell you a secret?" she whispered. Wednesday nodded slightly. "When you threw me down onto the bed and pinned my wrists down, I felt it in my cunt," she finished her secret by placing a gentle bite on Wednesday's ear.

Wednesday sat up abruptly, pulling her back to look into her eyes. Larissa saw her pupils were blown wide with lust. "That's not the sort of secret you should share with me Larissa." "Why not?" she asked innocently.

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Larissa was surprised at the dexterity Wednesday demonstrated as she could feel her tying knots around her wrist with her hands as she somehow managed to maintain the kiss they were currently locked in. Wednesday did break the kiss once both wrists were bound in the red silk rope, she ran a piece down each arm, looping it in and around at the elbows, down and an in and around her armpits.

She continued kissing Larissa while she completed each new segment, binding the bright red threads around each breast, adorning each nipple with its own kiss until they stood in hard little peaks. She continued down looping the rope across and down and under her ribs, placing kisses there before crossing atop her lower belly and below again.

She wrapped the crux of each of her thighs, the backs of knees, and then down to her ankles. She kissed her calf muscles, and the bottoms of her feet. She completed the process by adding another rope at the top connecting Larissa's wrists to the top of the bed and two more at the bottom holding her feet in place.

She stood over her a moment admiring the way the crimson rope stood out against the milky white complexion of her skin. Larissa whimpered slightly at the hungriness of Wednesday's gaze. Wednesday undressed fully in front of her and turned to the nightstand removing a large red strap and stepping into it.

Another whimper. Wednesday arched an eyebrow at her. "It was dominance you wanted?" Wednesday noticed a pink flush had formed in Larissa's checks and neck. It ran in a V shape down between her breasts which were heaving as she breathed deeply.

She bent forward and ran a finger through her slit collecting a large amount of slick. "Already?" she asked while sucking the finger clean. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the taste. Larissa groaned. "What's the matter?" "Please!" she pleaded and bucked her hips up. "Please what?"

"I need you! Please fuck me!" Wednesday smiled at her before crawling onto the bed and pressing down on her. She captured her mouth in a kiss as she pinched lightly at her nipple. Larissa rolled her hips up trying to make contact. Wednesday smiled as she broke the kiss and dropped down sucking the nipple into her mouth. Larissa groaned loudly and pressed up again. This time Wednesday reached down and placed the length of the strap on the top of Larissa's mound.

She rolled her hips up again trapping the cock between them and dragging her clit along its length. She started a steady rhythm of grinding against the cock craving more pressure. Wednesday pinched her other nipple while biting down lightly on the one in her mouth. Larissa's hips stuttered.

She began placing open mouthed kisses along her chest, sucking hard and leaving purple marks behind. Larissa pulled tightly against the rope binding her wrists, she groaned in frustration. She could feel the coil tightening in her belly, but she wanted more. She wanted to be penetrated. "Please!" she groaned out.

"Inside me? Please!" Wednesday pulled back sitting up on her feet. "No! Please! Please!" Larissa continued bucking her hips up no longer making any contact. Wednesday smirked and stared at the shiny slick coating all around the pretty pink folds of Larissa's slit. She ran the tip of her finger in and circled Larissa's clit a few times, collecting more of her cum. Larissa rolled her hips more and begged, "I need you!"

Without warning, Wednesday gripped the rope wrapped around Larissa's thighs and used it to pull her up off the bed. She latched onto her clit and began hungrily eating her out. She ran her tongue up and down her folds and around her clit again and again, sucking lightly on the sensitive bud from time to time. Larissa threw her head back and struggled to keep her legs open. She wanted to trap Wednesday's face in place between her legs.

Wednesday released the rope with one hand and pressed two fingers all the way inside Larissa while she continued to suck and lick at her clit. She fucked her eagerly, scissoring her fingers apart inside her and stretching her opening wider, before curling them in and pressing against her walls. She fucked her faster and faster before adding a third finger.

Larissa's thighs pressed in on the side of Wednesday's head as she came hard. Wednesday continued fucking her and Larissa heard the most obscene wet squelching sounds coming from her body as she drenched her face and hand.

Wednesday withdrew her fingers and sucked the cum from them as Larissa watched in a pleasured haze. Wednesday looked down at her bound and limp lover. She ran her hands up along her thighs and hips, pressing her fingertips in and squeezing, grabbing the ropes and pulling up on them, lifting Larissa slightly with each pull. "I wanted to be so gentle with you the first time..." she said almost to herself.

She made eye contact with Larissa before running a hand beneath the rope covering her ribs and gripping it tightly. She rammed the strap inside her while pulling down on the rope. Before Larissa could react, she began fucking her at a harsh fast pace.

Larissa moaned loudly at the feeling of being stretched wide in her already sensitive cunt, but she didn't have time to even adjust before Wednesday began pounding into her. She knew she wouldn't be able to last long. Wednesday fucked her harder and harder. The only sounds in the room were the wet slapping noises of Wednesday's hips hitting her soaked cunt, the sounds of the bed protesting under the assault, and Larissa's loud moans that were bordering on screams.

"Fuck! Plea...I..." she tried to beg but she couldn't catch her breath long enough. Wednesday pulled her hand from under the rope and collapsed on top of Larissa, wrapping her arms beneath her she pressed down on her hips as she rutted desperately against her, bottoming out inside her each time. Larissa squeezed her eyes shut and felt herself fall over the edge, cumming a second time.

They lay covered in sweat and breathless pressed against each other as Larissa tried to recover with the strap still buried inside her. Wednesday pulled her into a deep kiss but it didn't last long because Larissa was too out of breath to continue.

Wednesday pulled out of her slowly and Larissa moaned lightly at the loss of the fullness inside her. Wednesday kissed each of her nipples as Larissa continued to lay boneless beneath her. She teased them with her tongue as she felt her breathing starting to slow.

Wednesday stood and walked over to the balcony opening the doors wide and letting the breeze in. It felt deliciously cool on her sweat soaked skin. Larissa hummed happily from the bed. Wednesday turned and walked back over to the bed and untied the knots of the ropes attaching Larissa's feet and hands to the top and bottom of the bed.

While there she noted the purple spots from the hickeys, she'd sucked onto her skin earlier and she figured the ropes would leave marks behind as well. "I'm afraid I may have ruined your sundress addiction for you." Larissa arched an eyebrow at her. "Either that or I can go on wearing them and just display your affection to everyone around us." Wednesday chuckled.

Larissa held her wrists up for Wednesday to untie them. Wednesday looked at her questioningly. "Untie me?" "Why would I do that?" She pushed her wrists back down. Larissa looked at her with surprise. Wednesday reached down, grabbed the ropes at her hips, and pulled them tugging her down to the side of the bed. She let go of one side and tugged harder rolling Larissa onto her belly.

She let out a surprised gasp as her feet dangled off the edge of the bed. Wednesday stepped between her legs and bent down placing the tip of the strap at the top of her slit. "Be a good girl Larissa," she said while dragging the tip back and forth along her slit.

Larissa's breath hitched as she grabbed fistfuls of bedding. She looked up and realized she could see out of their open balcony doors. Wednesday pulled back from her and Larissa was confused until she felt her hand smack hard across her ass. She groaned in surprise while Wednesday admired the bright red handprint that stood out on her fair complexion. She decided the other side needed a match, so she smacked her again.

She placed her fingers under the rope where it crossed atop her ass and pulled her up a little, Larissa waited for another smack on her ass, but she screamed in surprise when Wednesday smacked her cunt instead. She planted her face in the sheets and groaned loudly at the electric current of pain that ran through her overly sensitive core. It was followed immediately by a surge of pleasure that was almost too much to take.

Before she could recover, Wednesday shoved the strap back inside her. She screamed loud enough for the neighborhood to hear before burying her face back in the sheets and twisting the covers into a death grip in her hands.

As Wednesday gripped her hips firmly underneath holding her up in place, she started to fuck her again. Larissa began trying to plead with her, "Wednesday...oh God..oh please...I don't think I can.." "Yes, you can. Be good and show me you can take it." She shut up as she felt a wave of wetness flooding out of her at Wednesday's instruction.

She held on for as long as she could, but as sensitive as she was it didn't take long for her to cum a third time. Wednesday continued to fuck her as her body trembled beneath her, but she pulled out of her as soon as she stopped shaking this time and she released the tight grip on her hips placing her gently back down on the bed.

She lay boneless sprawled on her face on the bed with her legs still dangling off the sides. Wednesday stepped out of the strap and out from between Larissa's legs before gathering her up in her arms and rolling her back over on her back. She pulled her up placing her back in the bed correctly and began undoing the knots binding her ankles.

She slowly and tenderly unwound the sections of rope, lifting her slightly as needed. When she finished, she went to fetch a wet cloth, a robe, and a bottle of water. She cleaned Larissa's sensitive folds as gently as possible before pulling the robe over her to cover her and keep her from catching a chill from the open balcony doors. She climbed into bed next to her as Larissa pulled herself into a propped-up position on the pillows. Wednesday kissed her and offered her the water.

Larissa wrapped her arms around her and pulled her close, lifting the robe and using it to cover both of them as they pressed together beneath it. "Was it too much? Should I have stopped?" Larissa chuckled. "No, darling, that was incredible. It felt amazing." She kissed her and smiled at her.

Wednesday lay her head on Larissa's shoulder and they stared out of the balcony together. Wednesday's eyes started to close in sleep when she heard Larissa's stomach growl. She looked up at her. "Oops." Wednesday stood and went to the fridge. She returned with more water and a cold pizza. Larissa smiled at her again and kissed her as they cuddled back under the robe to eat together.

#my fic #larissa weems #gwendoline christie #wendesday addams #principal weems #wlw smut

[asimperingswannsong]

A Spouse for a Ser?

Ser Brienne of Tarth/Lady Lyla Mooten (OFC)

Summary/Notes/Warnings: @holymymolly and Part 5. I tried to make up to sweet innocent Brienne for kicking her around a bit in the last one and, wow, did it turn sappy quick. Fluff, a dab of smut, some canon typical violence, and hurt/this time with comfort.

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Brienne lay bleeding face down in the mud as she tried to untie the knots of the ropes binding her feet together while she watched the remaining thieves from the corner of her least swollen eye. She moved slowly to avoid their notice.

She needn't have bothered to be careful as her captors were fully engrossed in drinking, bragging, and planning. They'd hatched a half-assed plan to ransom Brienne's return for a large sum but were trying to iron out how they could take the money while still killing her.

They'd settled on hiring an assassin to shoot her from afar after the exchange. They figured for a fourth of the ransom they could easily find someone to make the shot. Satisfied with their master plan they eventually fell into a drunken slumber around the fire.

Newly freed from her bonds, Brienne seized the opportunity, rising and grabbing a large rock, as she slowly made her way down the hill toward the men.

The ogre who'd beaten her earlier was sleeping with one hand on Oathkeeper. She approached him quietly, but just as she reached out and touched her blade, he opened his eyes and lunged with a knife. He stabbed her in the thigh, and she screamed in pain alerting the other two vandals.

Their comrade stood with Brienne's sword and attempted to run her through. She dodged the near fatal thrust and swung the rock landing a hard blow on his temple. He dropped the sword, and she bludgeoned him a second time in the back of his head with the rock. He fell to the ground lifeless.

She looked up to see his friends closing in. She grabbed her sword and waited. The one on the right made the first move, swiping crosswise at her torso. She was able to lunge back just enough to avoid contact before reaching out, grabbing him by the shoulder, and pulling him in. She caught his foot with hers and he face planted hitting a boulder and falling unconscious. She made short work of the third, disarming him easily and threatening him at sword point until he relented.

She felt her strength draining from her as she hoisted the bound and gagged pair of idiots onto one of their horses to begin the return to King's Landing. Brienne felt the effects of her injuries more and more as they journeyed back. She'd attempted to bandage her leg wound as well as possible, but the day's riding caused it to reopen again and again causing her to have to stop several times to try and staunch the bleeding.

She had very little provisions, no bedding, and she was unable to snare any game the first night they stopped. She lay uncovered on the cold ground and felt shooting pains in her ribs and her injured leg. "You're gonna doom us all to death if you keep trying to take us back you stupid bitch. That leg's already infected. Even if you survive, you'll lose it."

One of her prisoners had worked his gag free and was taunting her from the tree she'd tied them to for the evening. "Shut up and sleep!" she shouted at him, but he continued to sneer and bitch at her. Finally, she'd had enough, and she used a nearby boulder to push herself up to avoid placing weight on her leg.

She hobbled over and unceremoniously smacked him across the face with the back of her hand knocking him unconscious. She glared at his companion who had not managed to remove his gag. He shook his head, so she turned and made her way back to the spot of ground she'd chosen for a bed.

The next morning, she struggled getting them onto the horse, dropping the loudmouth in the dirt accidentally. As they finally set off with him haranguing her loudly, Brienne felt dehydrated, and her head was pounding as the sun grew hotter overhead. She became dizzy and worried that fever had set in.

She swayed side to side in the saddle and her vision blurred. "We're gonna die out here in the sun when you drop!" "So be it!" she snapped at him. Eventually, they did arrive at King's Landing though, and Brienne felt almost delirious as she rode through town and straight into the throne room with the murderers in tow.

She dismounted and tried to give her report to King Bran, but she collapsed as she tried to approach. Her guardsmen went to fetch the maester. Lyla entered from a side door and ran to Brienne, dropping to her knees and gathering her wife's head into her lap.

"Help her please," she pleaded. "The maester is on his way my lady." Lyla carded her fingers through Brienne's hair and placed a kiss on her forehead. Brienne opened her eyes and smiled up at her. "Hello, beautiful," she croaked out. "Hi," she said smiling as tears dropped from her face dotting Brienne's cheeks. She bent further down and placed a kiss on her dehydrated, cracked, and split lips as Brienne drifted back into unconsciousness.

Lyla followed along behind as Brienne was taken for treatment. She watched anxiously as poultices were applied to her wounds and her broken bones were wrapped. The maester informed her the leg wound was infected and they propped her up forcing her to drink an herbal tea meant to break her fever.

After much pleading, Lyla managed to have Brienne moved to their rooms. She sat beside her on their bed and bathed her as well as she could using a basin and cloth. She hummed and sang soothingly to her as she cleaned the sweat and grime from her hair and body. She dropped the straps of her dress and let the top fall into her lap, gathering Brienne to her and pressing her close against her breast.

She hoped the sounds and smells of her and of their home would comfort Brienne as she struggled with the fever. The wounds on her face were painfully swollen, with one eye barely visible. Each morning, she had her handmaiden retrieve new bandages, poultices, and tea for Lyla to administer. She continued washing her and singing to her.

She made a broth and attempted to feed her. Eventually, she noticed the swelling around her wounds begin to subside. As she slept next to her one night, she woke to the sound of Brienne moaning in her sleep. She lit the lantern next to their bed and saw that she lay drenched in sweat. The bedding around her was soaked.

Lyla got up and retrieved the wash basin and cloth. She returned, sat Brienne up, removed her shirt and washed her off, before pulling her to her side of the bed to keep her out of the damp. Her skin felt noticeably cooler to the touch and Lyla hoped it was a good sign. In the morning she would have their handmaiden help her remove Brienne from the bed so she could change their sheets.

She put a fresh shirt on her wife and lay down next to her draping her arm gently over a bruise free section of her torso. When Lyla awoke in the morning, she found herself looking into a pair of deep sapphire blue pools. She smiled at Brienne, "Hi." "Hi," Brienne returned in a sleep heavy raspy voice.

Lyla gently traced a path along Brienne's hairline and down around her injured eye with her fingertip. She continued down her bruised cheekbone to the split lip below. When Brienne didn't flinch from the contact, Lyla leaned forward and placed a kiss on her battered lips. "I've missed you so much," she said pulling back. Brienne followed after for a second kiss. "I've missed you too my beautiful lady. I love you."

Lyla kissed her again and then began working her way down peppering the least bruised places on Brienne's body with a multitude of kisses. Brienne hummed happily and placed a hand gently on the back of Lyla's head as she continued her ministrations. "I'm so happy to have you home again, to have you in our bed again. I've been so worried for you," she said with a brief pause between each word to drop a kiss to a new area.

"I'm sorry to have worried you, my lady." "It doesn't matter now, ser knight. You're here with me, and that's all I need." Lyla had been so busy being relieved by Brienne's recovery that she failed to anticipate how the next few days would play out with a bed ridden, still very much injured, but impatient and grumpy knight.

"Please. Just a little walk down to the water?" "Darling, I'm so happy you're doing better, but that leg of yours is still injured." "Nonsense. I'm fine. Please?" "Fine? No, ser knight, you are not fine." "But it's been weeks," Brienne huffed. "Weeks, it's only been a few days sweetheart."

They made their way down the hillside at a glacial pace with Lyla clinging protectively to one of Brienne's arms and checking in with her every few seconds. "Are you alright my love?" "Of course, I'm fine my lady." Lyla could tell from the way she'd flinch from time to time that Brienne was not being completely truthful, but she was far too head strong to admit defeat.

They made it to the water's edge eventually where they sat in the grass and watched the waves for a while. They stood after awhile and a fair amount of struggle, and Lyla thought Brienne would be ready to return home but instead she started down the coast. Lyla followed along worriedly.

They came to a rocky alcove and Brienne moved to go inside the mouth of a large cave opening. "Darling, I don't think that's a good idea." "Trust me sweetheart. Just a little while." They walked along a ledge with a dark seam running next to them. Lyla could hear running water beneath.

Lyla was beginning to think Brienne was having a delusional episode or something but then they came to a large opening in the cave with light pouring in from above. There was water running down from one side of the rocks forming a large pool of cerulean blue water.

It was a natural grotto. Brienne was attempting to tug her shirt off over her head. "Sweetheart, are you sure that's a good idea? Is the water good for your injuries?" "The leg wound is completely closed over, and the water here is fresh not salt water. It's fed from that spring over there and it's perfectly cool," Brienne said as Lyla helped her remove the shirt.

Lyla was shocked at first by the cold of the pool, but her body quickly adjusted as she reached out to help Brienne down into the water. They waded nude out into the deeper water submerging themselves up past to the tops of their arms. Brienne reached out and pulled her into her. Lyla resisted slightly worried that she'd grab the wrong spot and hurt her wife.

"I'm okay my love. Let me hold you." Lyla wrapped both arms around Brienne's neck and pressed her body close against her. Brienne smiled down at her and drew her into a kiss. It lingered and turned into two then three. They stood and enjoyed exploring each other.

Brienne leaned back and began to float in the water pulling Lyla off her feet as well. She pulled her back in and attacked her neck with open mouthed kisses causing Lyla to giggle and kiss Brienne's shoulder.

Brienne pulled her up her body and surprised her by drawing her breast into her mouth. Lyla started to press her hips down into Brienne's lap before she stopped herself remembering the leg wound. Brienne turned her in her arms and pulled her in with her back pressed to her torso. She whispered in her ear, "It's alright my lady."

She grasped Lyla's breast kneading it and pinching her nipple lightly as she kissed her neck and shoulders. She ran her other hand down Lyla's stomach to the top of her mound. Lyla reached back and grabbed Brienne by her uninjured hip pushing herself closer against her as she felt Brienne's fingers dip down parting her folds.

She moaned as her wife circled her clit gently and continued to massage her breast. "I've missed you," she whispered with her lips pressed to Lyla's ear as she drew her fingers down lower and pressed one inside her. Lyla rolled her hips and opened her legs wider as they floated pressed against each other.

Brienne curled her finger inside her core stroking gently against her inner walls. "More, please," she moaned. Brienne added a second finger and pressed deeper working faster inside her. She wrapped her other hand around Lyla’s belly as she bucked her hips rhythmically and dropped her head back resting on Brienne's shoulder.

She was breathing faster, and moaning lost in the sensation of being reunited with her wife. It felt incredible. "Please sweetheart," Lyla wasn't even sure what she wanted she just wanted more of Brienne. Brienne added a third finger and she moaned loudly at how good the stretch felt. "Are you close my love?" "Uh huh," she mewled. Brienne dropped her other hand down and began teasing her clit as she fucked her faster.

Lyla gripped tighter to Brienne's hip and stopped moaning as her mouth fell open and her breath caught in her throat. She pressed her breasts up and out of the water. Brienne admired how the cold water caused her nipples to tighten into hard buds. Lyla felt herself fall over the edge and she trembled in Brienne's grasp as she came before collapsing back down in the water against her.

Brienne kissed her gently as she withdrew her fingers from her core and cradled her against her allowing Lyla to come down from her peak. They floated languidly in each other's embrace.

The return trip to their rooms was far more arduous but part way up Lyla flagged down a merchant and managed to catch a ride on the back of his cart back up to the top of the hill. Brienne was exhausted when Lyla placed her back in bed, but she was far more open to taking orders from her when she insisted Brienne get some rest.

#my fic #gwendoline christie #original female character #fluff #brienne of tarth #game of thrones #got fic #wlw love #ser brienne

[asimperingswannsong]

Larissa’s Reluctant Romance

Larissa/Wednesday (Aged Up 18+, still a big ass age gap though)

Warnings/Notes/Summary: @somethang0013 yes there is officially a part 5. No real warning necessary (maybe work those into a part 6) other than possible cavities 🦷 from excessive consumption.

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Wednesday arrived at Larissa’s apartment expecting to pick the lock as usual but instead the knob turned easily in her hand. That had only occurred once before on her birthday and had ended with her being allowed to massage Larissa’s feet, neck, and shoulders.

She entered with the pasta take away that she knew the silver haired object of her affection enjoyed so much. “Good evening sweetheart.” The velvety tone that caused her stomach to flutter called out to her from the bedroom. “Good evening Principal Weems.”

She emerged from the bedroom with her hair let down. It cascaded in waves past her shoulders and it was incredibly beautiful. Wednesday admired the work she put in to her updos but seeing her hair down felt like a privilege.

Larissa smiled at her as she noticed Wednesday appeared a little smitten by the change in her appearance. “Darling I think if you’re breaking into my apartment at nine pm with dinner we could forego the formality and you could try calling me Larissa instead. Don’t you think?”

Wednesday quirked an eyebrow at her, “It would be a pleasure Larissa.” She approached Wednesday and cupped her face as she smiled affectionately down at her. She placed a quick peck on the top of her head.

“What’s for dinner?” “Carbonara and stuffed mushrooms.” “Oh, sounds lovely. We’ll share yes?” “You want me to stay?” “Darling I appreciate all the food but eating alone gets a little old sometimes. Would you mind staying?” “I would love to.”

That earned her another smile as Larissa grabbed a few plates and a bottle of wine. Wednesday was surprised when she poured two glasses, though she was accustomed to drinking with dinner at home, she had complied with the school’s regulations against alcohol.

“I thought you’d be out with friends since it’s your last night together before your parents begin arriving,” she said as she dished pasta out for the both of them. “Enid tried to talk me into accompanying them to some sort of arcade but I insisted on remaining behind. I’d much rather be here than there.” Larissa smiled at her again and surprised Wednesday by leaning in and planting a chaste kiss on her cheek.

“I’m glad you opted for this instead also. Your time here at Nevermore is coming to an end quickly. What do you make of that?” “I believe no one is more surprised than myself that I’ve made it this far.” “Oh I wouldn’t be so sure about that sweetheart,” Larissa said with a chuckle.

Wednesday smiled at her, “I apologize for any difficulties I may have caused.” Larissa regarded her suspiciously, “I’ll accept your apology but I don’t believe for a second that you have any regrets.” “Only for any distress I caused you.”

The suspicious stare intensified along with a slightly disbelieving chuckle. “You’re sorry for my distress? Really?” “Really,” Wednesday deadpanned. “Alright dear if you say so.”

She smiled happily as she bit into a mushroom stuffed with cheese, parsley, and bell peppers. “So, what’s next? I haven’t heard you mention university. Will you be attending? It’d be a shame if you didn’t Wednesday. You’re extraordinarily bright.”

“It seems a remote possibility.” “Why darling?” “Addamses tend to struggle within institutions. Historically we’ve always chosen to pursue our educations independently from the confines of traditional avenues.”

“I know your family doesn’t need to pursue traditional careers to support yourselves.” “Yes father has always lacked a certain modesty when it comes to displaying his family wealth.” “Yes but be that as it may I still think you may learn things from attending university that you might otherwise miss out on.”

“I’ll give your input consideration. I value your opinions too much not to, but for now I have other plans for my immediate future.” Larissa raised her eyebrows in surprise. “Care to elaborate,” she asked curiously. “Perhaps later. What about you? What are you plans now that the school year is closing?”

Larissa laughed heartily at that. “My plans? Well let’s see, I had planned to schedule in service meetings with staff, attend an educator’s conference, help reorganize classrooms, review open positions and prep job advertisements. A jam packed and riveting schedule.” “And where is the time for yourself?” “What do you mean?” Larissa sounded genuinely confused by the concept.

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After dinner the pair found themselves standing in front of the fire in Larissa’s office. She was embracing Wednesday. She'd congratulated her on her impending graduation, and they'd hugged and then they'd missed the deadline for when hugs end.

Larissa was lost in thought reliving in her mind all of the little gestures Wednesday had made toward her since confessing her feelings. It was curious to be on the receiving end of such warm actions from a person known for being cold and uncaring.

Larissa had an unpleasant feeling in her chest that she was struggling to identify as she held Wednesday close and mindlessly caressed her back as they continued their embrace.

Part of her brain registered the fact that they'd been holding one another for several minutes now. That part of her brain was immediately ignored. Another part of her brain acknowledged that Wednesday seemed to be just as lost in thought as she was, and she wondered briefly about the nature of those thoughts before she continued trying to analyze her own feelings and the precise nature of their relationship.

Finally, Larissa spoke, "Your mother will be here in the morning." "Ugh." Larissa chuckled, "I thought that was my role." Wednesday pulled back, "You're not alone in having a love/hate relationship with Morticia. She's a lot to deal with."

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The parents began pouring in and Larissa stayed busy greeting, schmoozing, and organizing the events leading up to the ceremony. She existed on the periphery of Wednesday's interactions, watching fondly and amusedly as the young woman struggled to navigate interactions with people who were barely able to contain their excitement.

She appeared to be a sort of isolated storm cloud in the middle of a sea of brightly colored dresses and smiling faces. Larissa knew she was enjoying the coming graduation in her own way. She just didn't express enjoyment in such an outward manner. She thought it was cute.

When she spoke to the Addamses as a family as she tried to do with all of her students' families, she felt a stab of guilt for the strangely intimate interactions she'd been having with their daughter. That guilt lasted just long enough for Morticia to make a snide remark about her continued absence of a partner and Larissa shocked herself by thinking, "We'll see who has the last laugh when I fuck your daughter."

As quickly as the thought popped into her mind, Larissa was scandalized by it and began chastising herself internally. Her face reddened and she excused herself visibly flustered. Morticia thought her response was due to her chiding and smiled smugly after her. Wednesday watched her leave with concern.

The big day finally arrived, and Larissa spent the afternoon conferring diplomas with pride in how much her students had matured and how much potential they displayed.

She then did her usual post ceremony song and dance working her way through the crowd and congratulating everyone one last time. She kept Wednesday in the corner of her eye as she watched her with her family and with Enid and their friends.

The families slowly began to leave, and Larissa saw Wednesday break away from Gomez and Morticia and get into a cab with Enid, Eugene, and Yoko. She made her way back to her office and sat down at her desk with a glass of red. She returned some end of year emails to school board and staff as one glass turned into two and then three.

She began to feel a little bit of a buzz as she continued to drink on an empty stomach. Eventually she stood and made her way into her adjoining quarters feeling a little melancholy. It wasn't a feeling she often had, but it sometimes happened at the end of a school year. She tried to convince herself that was the reason now.

As she entered her bedroom she stopped in the doorway and leaned against the doorframe. She contemplated the pair of gift boxes on her bed, wondering what Wednesday had done now. Finally, she went over to investigate further.

The first contained a pair of flat black strappy sandals and the second larger box contained a floor length black dress with a plunging V neck. Larissa didn't usually wear black unless she was attending a funeral and she never wore a plunging neckline.

But she decided to try the combo on just to see what Wednesday had had in mind. She stood in front of the mirror and realized the top of the dress was quite sheer. She'd removed her bra and she noticed she could see her nipples through the fabric.

She thought the look felt a little odd on her. She tended toward very light blush colors and earth tones, but it was a very sexy combination. She reached up and removed the pins holding her hair up. She ran her hands through her hair and let it fall in bouncy waves past her shoulders remembering how smitten Wednesday had been by the look.

She smiled at herself in the mirror and then creased her brow in concentration. She was missing something. She looked around her vanity area and saw the large Tiffany's box. She opened it and removed the enormous ruby necklace that had belonged to Wednesday's grandmother.

She put it on and admired herself again. She looked like an Addams. "Perfect." She startled and turned to find Wednesday in her doorway. "I thought you were with Enid and your friends." "I told them I was going with my family and told my family I was going with friends."

Larissa took in Wednesday's appearance. It was drastically different. She wore her hair up, similar to her Rav'N look, but instead of pairing the updo with a tiered tulle dress she had opted for masculine attire. She wore dress trousers, vest, shirt, and tie, all black and all immaculately tailored. She reminded Larissa of Gomez.

Wednesday approached while taking in Larissa's dress. She raked her eyes slowly along Larissa's curves and cleavage. Larissa remembered how sheer the dress was and felt her nipples hardening under Wednesday's gaze. Wednesday placed a hand on her hip and Larissa cupped her face.

"This is a very different look for you dear," she said as she placed her hands on Wednesday's shoulders. Wednesday finally tore her gaze from the dress and looked up at her. She shrugged, "I've made concessions to my mother regarding my appearance. I no longer feel compelled to do so."

Larissa smiled down at her while running her fingertips idly along each of her shoulders. "It's a good look. I like it." Wednesday placed her other hand on Larissa's other hip and began drawing little circles with the fingers of both hands. She smiled up her. "I could say the same. You are, in fact, stunningly beautiful." "It's nice to see the ruby as well," she added.

Larissa smiled, but then faltered, "Wednesday, I..." she trailed off, not sure what to say. She opened her mouth to speak again but still didn't know what to say. Wednesday interjected, "I'm leaving for Rome on Tuesday. Would you care to join me?"

"What?" Larissa asked in astonishment. "I've booked a few weeks in Italy, and I thought it might be nice if you came as well." "Wednesday, I don't know if that's..." "We don't have to share a room. I just thought it would be nice to have a companion, and I thought you could use a holiday." "When was the last time you went on holiday?"

"I've taken..." Larissa trailed off as she contemplated the last time, she took a trip. Was she still teaching? Surely not. "You can't even remember, can you?" Larissa opened her mouth to protest, but nothing came out.

"The Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, the Spanish Steps, the Pantheon, pasta, wine," Wednesday said as she thought it over. "Oh," Larissa said pleasantly imagining a plate of amatriciana and glass of wine with a view of the Colosseum.

"Well? What do you say? I think you'd enjoy yourself." "The dress is beautiful, but it would look better in the Piazza di Spagna." "Wednesday, I'm not sure..." Wednesday reached up and took one of her hands, pressing the palm to her mouth. She didn't kiss it she just held it gently against her lips and caressed the back of it.

The gesture reminded Larissa once again of Wednesday's father, the way he expressed affection for Morticia constantly through little physical acts. Still holding her hand to her mouth and looking up at her, Wednesday spoke, "It doesn't have to be anything untoward, just a holiday. You deserve time away."

Larissa gazed down at her as she pressed a gentle kiss to the inside of her palm.

#principal larissa weems #my fic #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #fluff #wendesday addams

[asimperingswannsong]

A Spouse for a Ser?

Brienne of Tarth/Lady Lyla Mooten (OFC)

Notes/Warning/Summary: @holymymolly I started a part 4 and realized it would be a part 4 and 5. Canon typical violence, hurt/no comfort (for now), smut, oral, tribbing. I beat up on poor sweet little Brienne bun bun in this one and honestly I feel a kinda bad about it. I will try to make it up to her in 5...

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Brienne hit the ground hard. She'd succeeded in killing the two men who were hampering her guardsmen's escape but at cost to herself. As her men made their way back to King's Landing she lay on the ground where she'd landed after being struck from behind.

She felt the darkness closing in from the edges of her vision and she felt a cold fear in her chest as she recalled the wedding ceremony with Lyla.

Until the end of her days, this cannot be that. She can't die at the hands of a pack of vandals who'd been robbing and murdering their way through town before fleeing to the hills to avoid arrest.

Brienne struggled to remain conscious. She forced herself onto her belly as she heard the boots of her opponent touch the ground. She crawled toward her sword. Her lungs burned from having the wind knocked from them on impact.

She stretched reaching for her weapon with all of her remaining energy. She heard him drawing nearer. Then a rough laugh and a hard kick and the darkness swallowed her.

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Lyla stood on the balcony of their shared quarters with a look of worry on her face. The scene before her was beautiful. The flowers in the flower boxes Brienne had mounted to their balcony danced lightly back and forth in the gentle breeze wafting their delicate perfume to her.

The birds sang happily. There was a clear blue sky stretching out over the tranquil waters of the bay before her. She heard the laughter of children playing below her and the gentle melody of a woman singing idly to herself while going about her day, but Lyla was immune to the peace around her.

She always worried when Brienne's duties took her away from her, but today was different. Lyla felt a cold weight in her belly, and she felt nauseous. She couldn't understand why. She placed her hands over her stomach hoping the sensation would soon pass.

She felt her eyes filling with tears and the intensity of her body's reaction to her worry caused her to worry more. She was beginning to panic, and she didn't know what to do. She left the balcony and walked into their bedroom.

She stopped and stared at Brienne's side of the bed. She reached up and slid the thin straps of her gown from her shoulders. She let the dress pool at her feet and stood nude. She pictured Brienne happily watching her disrobe before snapping out of the daydream to see the empty space before her.

She turned and went to the closet. She dug through the clothes in Brienne's basket and pulled out her undershirt she'd worn in yesterday's training exercises. She slipped it on and returned to their bed getting in on her side and laying down on her pillow.

She inhaled deeply trying to calm herself and she smelled Brienne's scent still lingering on her pillow and the sharp tang of her sweat from the shirt she'd worn while working.

She'd helped her remove that sweat from her body when she'd returned home yesterday evening. Brienne had sat in the bath between her legs as she'd sponged her neck, shoulders, and arms gently.

Bathing with Brienne was one of Lyla's favorite rituals. She'd come home exhausted from her work and Lyla would relish being allowed to care for her; washing her, massaging her, kissing her, listening as Brienne recalled the events of her day.

Yesterday as she washed her wife, she had listened worriedly to Brienne's account of a rogue group of murderous thieves she meant to stop, Lyla had wrapped her in her arms and held Brienne close as she finished bathing her. Brienne turned her head to kiss Lyla and they'd languidly explored each other's mouths before Lyla had held her cradled to her breasts until the water began to cool around them.

They'd eaten a seafood stew Lyla had prepared and Brienne had "helped" her wash up after. She did manage to dry the dishes off, but she also supplied a healthy amount of distraction from the task as she pressed herself against Lyla's back and peppered kisses along her neck and shoulders. Lyla was throbbing by the time they finished.

Brienne had intended to retire to bed but Lyla had reached up running her hands through her hair and pulling her down into a fierce kiss. Brienne had lifted her, and Lyla wrapped her legs around her waist. They were on the way to bed, but Brienne stopped in the living area, kneeling on the rugs in front of the fireplace and bending to gently place Lyla on her back there.

She couldn't wait any longer, so she broke the kiss and moved downward undressing Lyla as she went. Kissing and caressing Lyla's shoulders and chest before engulfing her breast in her mouth causing Lyla to arch her back and roll her hips.

Brienne placed her thigh between her legs to give her the contact she desired, and Lyla took advantage pressing her core down onto Brienne's leg and moaning as Brienne continued kissing and sucking at her chest.

Lyla felt her orgasm building so she huffed in frustration when Brienne removed her thigh. "Patience my love," she said as she dropped lower pulling the dress down more as she kissed along Lyla's hips and belly before leaning back to fully remove the dress.

Lyla looked up at her with a pleading look in her eyes. Brienne smiled sympathetically at her before leaning down to kiss her quickly and then dropping down to kiss the top of her mound and each of her thighs. "Please," she begged.

Brienne licked the length of her folds, teasing her entrance with the tip of her tongue; back and forth she licked hungrily at her causing Lyla to arch further back and grab Brienne's head on either side with both of her hands. She held her closely in place. "Yes, please. I love you so much sweetheart."

Brienne licked up to Lyla's clit and hummed gently against it. "Mmh, I love you too my beautiful wife," she said with her lips still placed against the sensitive bud. The vibrations from her speaking made Lyla's eyes roll back as she felt Brienne penetrate her.

She groaned as she felt Brienne curl her finger inside her fucking against her inner walls as she continued to kiss and lick gently at her clit. She felt Lyla losing control and she added a second finger continuing to fuck her. Her hips started to stutter, and she came. Brienne removed her fingers and devoured her essence on her tongue as it flowed from Lyla's core.

They finally succeeded in reaching the bed when round two started. Lyla had climbed atop Brienne fully nude. She hastily untied her top and trousers and impatiently slid them off before positioning herself in that way that drove Brienne crazy when she ground down on her and pressed their cores together.

Brienne laid back and enjoyed the view of her wife's curves as she rode her. She caressed her breasts, hips, and belly and she felt pleasure coursing through her every time Lyla made contact. Brienne never tired of this view and this feeling. They came together and Brienne had held her gently as she recovered before rolling her over onto her back and moving back down between her legs to continue their earlier fireside activities.

Lyla could almost feel Brienne's mouth on her core as she lay on her pillow lost in the memory. But she wasn't here now, and Lyla was worried about her.

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Brienne woke in a makeshift hovel in the mountains. Her wrists were bound in shackles and the attached chain was buried under an enormous rock. Her legs were hobbled together with rope. She lifted her face from the dirt.

One of the thieves saw her moving and stood walking over to her. He took a swig of beer and spit it into her face. Brienne shook her head in disgust. "You bitch. That was for the two you killed." "You're under arrest," Brienne said. "I will take you back to face charges for the murders of the Wynn and the Schuster families you robbed and killed."

The man threw his head back and laughed harshly before the laugh was cut off by his wheezing and coughing. "Under arrest? You dumb bitch. We have you, not the other way round. And no wonder you can't control the city with a half man for a king and a confused woman in charge of their army. I heard rumors you think of yourself as a husband and you keep a woman in your chambers. Keep your fucking mouth shut, or I'll show you what it really means to be a man."

He started kicking her repeatedly and Brienne curled in on herself to guard her core from his attacks. She felt ribs cracking under the impacts. He soon tired from the activity and began wheezing. He briefly resorted to hitting her around her head with his fists before finally giving up altogether. He turned and went back to sit by the fire.

Brienne felt blood flowing down the side of her face and she tried to position herself with her weight off of the damaged ribs. She tried to form a plan through her pain. She reached down and untucked her undershirt from her trousers. She opened and removed the decorative hair pin she wore on her shirt tail that reminded her of Lyla.

She began trying to work the lock of her shackles with the pin's point. She worked furtively trying not to draw the attention of her captors.

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Rosemary's Mother

Lady Dimitrescu (RE8)/Larissa Weems (Wednesday)

Rosemary Winters (RE8), Althea Weems-Dimitrescu (OFC), Mortica, Gomez, and Wednesday (Wednesday)

Notes/Warnings/Summary: Surprising myself with a part 5: Lady D meets the Addams family. I have more ideas for the Larissa x Morticia rivalry, so maybe a part 6. @enchantressb it took me a little longer than expected but...

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The small gray baby appeared to be mostly teeth and tentacles as she stared up from her matching black lace dress and bonnet. She babbled happily at Wednesday.

"That's it, darling, cradle her head but be careful, she likes to bite." "I have a small American alligator hatchling at home who's the same way." "I'll just ignore that you've compared my first born to an alligator then," Larissa said as she sat next to Wednesday by the fire in her office. "It's not a competition. They're equally adorable." Althea cooed at her as if in agreement.

"Wednesday, are you holding a baby," Morticia sounded surprised by Wednesday's oddly maternal behavior as she and Gomez entered. "Good evening mother," Wednesday said without turning to acknowledge her further.

Larissa stood and turned to greet her former classmates. "Morticia, Gomez, I didn't think you'd be here until tomorrow morning." "We came early to see our little storm cloud," Gomez said.

"Whose child is it," Morticia asked curiously? "She's mine." Morticia raised her eyebrows in shock. "Yours? Rissa? I didn't even know you had a partner the last time we came for parents' weekend." Larissa exhaled through her nose already slightly flustered by her former roommate.

"No...I didn't at the time." "Hmm..." There it is, the smug tone Larissa loathes. "Well, that must be some sort of record Rissa. Very impressive. Are you still with this person?" Another deep exhale before Larissa tried engaging. "Yes, we're married actually."

"Married," Morticia exclaimed as salaciously as possible? God, Larissa hated Morticia's dramatics and her judgmental tones. "Yes, married," Larissa said through gritted teeth.

Morticia chuckled at how easily she could ruffle Larissa still after all these years. "Was it one of those," she dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper, "'necessary' arrangements," she asked placing extra emphasis on necessary.

Larissa squeezed her eyes shut briefly while she groaned internally. "Yes, do tell, floare mica, did you only marry me due to my 'fragile' state?" Alcina had appeared behind them in the room. She comically dwarfed Gomez who was staring up at her in awe.

Morticia turned and visibly startled at being caught in her childish antics. She was astounded by the size and beauty of the woman Larissa had married. She'd pictured a small mousy bookish teacher with a penchant for cardigans not a nearly ten-foot tall, elegant raven-haired woman with incredible curves.

Larissa's annoyance vanished instantly and she laughed musically at her wife. "Yes, dearest, I worried you might not make it out in the world all alone with child so I figured I should do right by you." "Well, draga, it's the least you could do after knocking me up like that."

Alcina walked over and and took Larissa by the waist bringing her in for a passionate kiss as her former roommates continued to gape at her in astonishment. "Not in front of Wednesday darling." "Please, the pair of you are tame in comparison to them."

"Mortica, Gomez, this is my wife, Lady Alcina Dimitrescu." "Pleasure," Gomez said swooping in for Morticia who was still trying to gather herself, "Congratulations on your nuptials and the baby Lady Dimitrescu." "Thank you, and please, call me Alcina." Larissa noticed her wife's tone was cordial and her smile appeared genuine, but she also detected the slightest glint in her gaze that suggested something predatory. It happened every time Alcina spoke with men.

Larissa wasn't even sure Alcina knew she was doing it but Gomez like most men appeared to pick up on it perhaps subconsciously. It usually made them stumble through their interactions, but Gomez clammed up and smiled awkwardly.

Larissa started to insert herself back into the conversation to interrupt the lengthening silence when she heard the snap of Althea's teeth as though she'd just missed a potential meal item.

She turned to see Wednesday had withdrawn her index finger from the danger zone in the nick of time. The pair were smiling happily at each other; they'd discovered a fun new game to play together.

Larissa felt she should intervene before her daughter could successfully consume one of her student's appendages. "Alright, sweetheart, I'll take her back now." Larissa gently removed the baby from her arms as Wednesday pouted.

Wednesday stood and followed Larissa closely around the end of the loveseat like her shadow. Wednesday was rather attached to Althea, always asking about her when the baby stayed home with Alcina and always addressing the child directly with fond remarks when Larissa brought her into the office.

Wednesday stood nearly attached to Larissa's side as Larissa wrapped an arm around her shoulder. Wednesday held her finger out for Althea to wrap a tentacle around it. Larissa and Alcina smiled down at the pair.

Alcina appreciated how accepting the girl was of their child. They'd had a few unfortunate incidents in public places with women coming up to see the baby only to scream and flee from her when they saw the teeth and tentacles.

Morticia couldn't believe Wednesday's behavior. She'd never behaved this way toward Pugsley as a baby. She'd been forced to play a constant game of keep away with her daughter who seemed determined to use her brother in the same games she used on her dolls: torture, electrocution, decapitation.

Wednesday had never been indulgent with Pugsley the way she was being with Larissa's child. Of course, it would be Larissa's child she'd form an attachment with. Morticia was seething with jealousy.

"Well, come along darling, we've made dinner reservations. We don't want to be late," she said to Wednesday who ignored her as she continued to smile playfully at the baby. "I'll suppose we'll make an exception on your curfew given that you'll be with your parents," Larissa said attempting to draw Wednesday's attention to her waiting family. She could feel Morticia staring daggers at her.

Larissa brushed Wednesday's bangs from her eyes as the girl finally relented and removed her hand from the baby's turning to go with her parents. "It's so good to see you my little pit viper," Gomez said happily.

As they began to leave, Wednesday shocked Morticia even further by hugging Alcina. Alcina returned the hug and smiled at her. "Have a good evening Ms. Addams, and the two of you as well," she said turning to Wednesday's parents. Morticia gave her a tight smile as the trio departed.

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Larissa lay in bed that night restless. She was dreading a weekend of dealing with Morticia's snark. Funny how she'd spent every moment of her day for the last few weeks focused on every detail of the occasion: activities, dietary requirements, speeches, interfamily feuds that might affect seating charts, etc. Now all she could think about is why Morticia could still get under her skin so easily.

Finally, she gave up on going back to sleep and rose to check on her girls. Alcina's eyes opened as the bed dipped and Lerissa left the room. She entered Rosemary's room first and found her sleeping soundly. She smiled down at her before bending to run her hand through her daughter's blonde locks. She planted a kiss on her forehead and turned to check on Thea.

She found the baby in her crib sleeping soundly as well, but Thea, like her birth mother, was a light sleeper and highly attuned to Larissa's presence, so as her mother leaned over her, the girl opened her eyes and smiled up at her.

Larissa smiled back and reached down picking her up and placing her to her chest. "Did I wake you, darling? Mommy's sorry," she whispered into her ear while bouncing her lightly. She dotted kisses on the baby's cheek and Thea cooed at her before nuzzling into her chest.

Larissa turned and sat down with her while opening her pajama top and allowing her daughter to latch onto her and begin nursing. She looked up to find Alcina in the doorway. "Trouble sleeping floare mica?"

"Yes, I'm stupidly worrying about my former roommate's opinion of me well into my forties. She's always had a special way of making me feel like I'm not quite good enough." "Well, if I had to guess, I'd say she is either jealous of you or she has a crush on you but doesn't know how to process her feelings."

"What? Don't be ridiculous darling." "Draga, no one pours that much effort into someone they're indifferent about. I'm telling you; she likes you." Larissa giggled at the absurdity of her wife's suggestion. "You appear to have somehow failed to notice how incredibly sexy you are my love."

"Ha! While I appreciate your compliments sweetest, I think you may be a party of one when it comes to that opinion." Alcina shrugged and walked over to run a finger affectionately along Thea's cheek while she continued to nurse. She bent down and kissed her wife before returning to their room.

When Thea finished nursing Larissa stood bouncing her and patting her back softly. She was unconvinced by her wife's theory, but she felt better remembering the speechless look on Morticia's face when Alcina interrupted her earlier taunting.

She tucked Thea back to bed and kissed her on the forehead. When she returned to her room, she found her wife fully nude and bent over rebuilding the fire in the fireplace. "Ohh..."

"No, don't get any ideas my love," Alcina said turning to her, "I intend to put you back to bed." "Well, that sort of is what I..." "No. For rest, draga." Alcina kissed her while unbuttoning and removing her top. "Darling, I'm getting mixed messages here."

"Just go along with me dearest," Alcina said while nibbling gently at Larissa's neck and untying and sliding her pajama bottoms off. Both women stood nude as Alcina took her by the hand and led her to bed. She pulled the covers back. "Slide in sweetling and make yourself comfortable on your belly. I want to give you a back massage."

Larissa happily and quickly assumed the position. She loved massages, especially from Cina. Her wife gently joined her, straddling the backs of her thighs and leaning in to remove oil from their nightstand.

Alcina warmed the oil between her hands before starting with Larissa's lower back, pressing it into her skin and working the muscles gently in circular motions. Larissa moaned happily at the contact.

She adored her wife's touches, and she closed her eyes to bask in the sensation. She felt the tension draining out of her as Cina worked up her sides then inward to her spine and up to her shoulders and neck before returning to her lower back and then kneading her ass cheeks more firmly than the rest. As she worked, she left a trail of kisses along her skin.

Larissa was admittedly feeling calmer and sleepier, but she was also feeling warmth in her belly. She decided to test her wife's commitment to this rest business by lifting her ass up slightly and pressing it back until she made contact with Alcina's core in an attempt to arouse her.

Alcina gently swatted her on the butt, "Uh, uh, uh sweetling, none of that. Not now." Larissa whined before giving in. "If you're a good girl and you get some sleep, I may join you in the shower in the morning," Cina whispered into her ear while working her shoulder blades again.

Larissa turned over and wrapped her arms around Cina's neck pulling her down and pressing their chests together. She kissed her passionately. "I'm ready for bed now, darling, thank you," she said against her lips before kissing her deeply a second time and carding her fingers through her hair.

Larissa knew how difficult it was for Cina to resist making love to her once they started making out, but she surprised her when she managed to pull back slightly changing the kisses from deep and passionate to gentle and affectionate.

She wrapped an arm beneath Larissa and rolled over pulling her on top. Larissa rested her face in her chest and pressed herself closely against her body. "Show me, floare mica." Larissa gave in. "Goodnight my love." "Good night draga."

Larissa cashed in her shower time voucher the following morning, cumming on her wife's tongue before dressing and coming to work with a more relaxed outlook toward dealing with Addams family members.

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